After my father’s sudden death four years ago, my mother spent nearly every waking moment working jigsaw puzzles. For more than a year, she sat sorting, moving, fitting piece after piece to create the final picture. Hour upon hour. Like a Buddhist monk creating a sand mandala. As soon as she fit the last piece… Continue reading Fitting the Pieces Together
What is this thing we call writing?
Since I don’t watch a lot of TV, I missed the debut season of the series LOST, even though two of my sons had independently mentioned they thought I would like the show. So, right before the second season started, I loaded up our Netflix list and my husband and I watched the whole season… Continue reading What is this thing we call writing?
Grab a spoon and a hunk of bread!
Today I’m serving up another Sunday Stew, which I guess is a strange dish for Sunday … at least the way I was raised. We always had a nice big Sunday dinner. But today I’m just blogging about a few things I’ve been thinking about lately, a mixture of things, so stew it is. If… Continue reading Grab a spoon and a hunk of bread!
Free prose day!
Today's post doesn't really have much to do with writing, though I’m calling it free prose. That's not the same as stream of consciousness; I would never subject you to that. I grow roses … well, for the most part this last year, I neglected roses, but still they bloomed. Yesterday I cut a few. I… Continue reading Free prose day!
When the time is right
You never know what you’ll find when you clean house. I have now made it most of the way around my “workroom.” This is where I write, do genealogy research, make jewelry, draw, and do whatever else requires a big table or a computer. Every inch of this room is occupied. Also in this room… Continue reading When the time is right