My grandmother passed on her love for gardening to me, and memories of cherry tomatoes, figs, and strawberries come to mind when I think about what she taught me before she passed on. My love for growing fresh produce to share with family and friends has carried on into my adult life, but I am... Continue Reading →
I can write fiction about almost anything. Many times, it is my imagination running rampant and today I question why that is. I wonder if everyone's thought process are like mine? I can be making a beeline for the kitchen for another cup of coffee and see a shadow in my back yard. That will... Continue Reading →
I was sitting in my living room and sipping my first cup of the day, when something slammed into my living room window. I ran outside to see what it was and found a tiny, barely-two-inches-long, dazed hummingbird lying on the ground. I noticed it was still breathing but it didn't struggle when I picked... Continue Reading →
Butterflies are my thing. Well, perhaps not the same level of "thing" as my grandmother's level of "thing." She lived in Southern California and had quite an extensive flower garden, which attracted all kinds of them; she collected and displayed them and probably knew the name of each. I know she had a lot of... Continue Reading →
I once lived in a house that had something like five clocks between my bedroom and the coffee maker. I could never get them coordinated; none of them consistently kept time as the others. I'd lose about ten minutes of my day in the brief time it took me to go through my bedroom door,... Continue Reading →
I went to Hell in 1999. It gives new meaning to me about partying like it was 1999! I can tell you, yes it was hot, I can also tell you there was nothing fancy about the journey - no Grim Reaper, no picture of Death. Think rattly old bus with windows that didn't stay... Continue Reading →
I'm an early riser; Hubbin is a night owl. Yesterday morning, he came into my office to say good morning to me as I was working on my latest story and clicking away at my keyboard. He read over my shoulder for a moment as I tried to get the ideas from my head to... Continue Reading →
I was going to blather about how to set up an online selling platform inventory tracking system but found myself bogged down with too many unnecessary details. That being said, I've deleted most of it but am going to leave an excerpt here for your amusement. "When I began my business, I started with one... Continue Reading →
It's taken me a couple days to process just why I'm sad Jimmy Buffett passed away. It's not like I had any link to him at all, well, except for his music. He came on my scene when I was about seventeen and the island vibe spoke to me in ways no Teenie-bopper music could.... Continue Reading →
I dream a lot. Sometimes my dreams trigger stories, so if I try to describe them here, imagine them in full-blown, movie-quality, technicolor. The grass is Springtime Green, the sky a Midsummer Blue, and sometimes the blood is, well, Blood-Red. Having said that, sometimes my dreams help me interpret and process struggles I'm experiencing, and... Continue Reading →
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