What Ever Happened to Just Dropping By?

Why has just dropping by to visit someone fallen by the wayside?  Is it a generational thing?   Something that my over-studious, YUPified,*  helicopter-parenting,* research-before-purchasing* generation nixed? (*guilty as charged) That said, being on the receiving end of a mid day … Continue reading

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The Color Red: Sex and Symbols in a Literary Reading of Olive Kitteridge

The color red has long been used across cultures and time to symbolize love, lust, sexuality and intimacy. Author Elizabeth Strout delicately, almost imperceptively weaves the color red throughout her novel called Olive Kitteridge. That Olive is a retired teacher … Continue reading

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Home Remedy a la Agave

“A shot of tequila is the answer…” to just about anything that ails me, according to my husband. Leaning over the railing about to lose my dinner to the stingrays swirling below in the marina, the last thing I could … Continue reading

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Around the Bend in Panama.

Have you ever come upon a scene in your travels and wondered how did that _________ (insert noun) get there? I wondered about the bike and if the rider would outride the brewing tropical storm. Casco Viejo & Panama City, … Continue reading

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Follow-up On Blueprint Your Best Seller

Where did we leave off? Don’t let the Brandy snifter in the last post about Blueprinting Your Bestseller fool you. I’ve been busy… well, busy not writing. But preparing to write… . During the holidays I tend to let myself … Continue reading

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Writing from Found Objects

Sometimes I come home to find something foreign in my home. Usually that means my father is in town.  The grandfather clock he dragged from my neighbor’s garage sale on a dolly is–less a found object than–a “how’d-you-get-that-around-the-neighborhood-and-into my-house object?” … Continue reading

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Waking Up to St. Nikolaus Day…Shhhh…

I have a holiday secret. A how-could-you-forget kind of bad mommy secret. This might be the first year my German friends didn’t accidentally alert me that I missed St. Nikolaus Day. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe I found the freshest marzipan or … Continue reading

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Thanksgiving, Writing, the Kitchen Sink and Other Rituals

Grandmother’s Kitchen Sometimes I’m paralyzed by the idea that I can recall so few specifics about my grandmother. She was a cook undaunted by crowds lining up outside our church—serving three hundred or more in a night with her massive … Continue reading

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Photo Essay: Southwest Seasonal Farmers Market Bounty

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