Writing Pieces

April 13, 2018 in Writing Pieces

Blue Ribbon

My friend called to tell me she’d fallen while hiking and might have to have an MRI for the slight pain she had in her side.  Fallen while hiking. Four... Read More
March 15, 2018 in Writing Pieces


It has found a permanent place in my life now. It arrives as a tsunami.  Leaving me incapable of breath.  Underwater for months and years.  And then adrift. My son... Read More
March 1, 2018 in Writing Pieces


I wonder if the view is better through the window?   Framed as a painting might be.  Divided into a quadriptych of individual scenes? The window gives me focus. Reality.... Read More
February 28, 2018 in Writing Pieces

What I Don’t Know About You

I don’t know what underwear you’re wearing. High-waisted cotton for comfort? A thong for seduction?  None….so you have no panty line in your good black pants? I don’t know how... Read More
February 5, 2018 in Uncategorized


Remember the phrase, “Put a little zip in your step.”? I’m confused about the zip. Some mornings I will consciously tell myself I need a little zip. To walk with... Read More
February 6, 2018 in Writing Pieces

Heart Throb

Rodolfo Pietro Filiberto Raffaello Guglielmi.   Stage name...Rudolf Valentino.  If you remember him at all, it’s probably as “The Sheik”, head-wrapped and in embrace with a swooning Agnes Ayers. Valentino... Read More
February 8, 2018 in Writing Pieces


I like to think of Feb-roo-airy as the next big holiday season.   We’re talking about a month that starts off with Punxsutawney Phil and ends with Sadie Hawkins.  And... Read More
January 28, 2018 in Writing Pieces


My girlfriend called me about eight A.M. this morning. I was lying flat in bed.   I had pulled out my back while suffering through the worst bout of stomach virus... Read More
December 29, 2017 in Writing Pieces


I always make a list of New Year’s resolutions.     In the past, those resolutions were based on what I won’t do, rather than what I will. I won’t... Read More
December 13, 2017 in Writing Pieces


My daughter Lily has always been a softie.   She lives in New York now and her “softiness” is really being tested. She, like many of us, cannot walk past... Read More
December 4, 2017 in Writing Pieces


I read a magazine article which said that happiness comes from the ability to focus on something that gives us pleasure, absorb it, and then savor it.   As I... Read More
December 18, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Small Gifts

There’s a wonderful book, “The Polar Express”, about a boy on the cusp of not believing in Santa. He’s whisked away in the middle of the night by a bullet... Read More
November 13, 2017 in Writing Pieces


I’m pondering the whole question of loyalty to country. Not too long ago people were more identified by town. Revolutionary days.  People were “of Concord”.  Or  “of Saratoga”. State was... Read More
November 2, 2017 in Writing Pieces


We were best friends.. I remember going to Nancy Cook’s house for sleepovers.  We were best friends. I think, in large part, because of those sleepovers. We’d eat kugel under... Read More
November 16, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Thanksgiving. Then and Now.

Thanksgiving Roll the calendar back about three hundred and ninety-five years and imagine the governor has invited the local chief and a few braves over to dinner to join you... Read More
October 6, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Trump Presidential Library

I wonder what the trump presidential library will be like.   All the presidents do them. No books for starters.  He doesn’t read them. Never has. Says he doesn’t have... Read More
October 18, 2017 in Writing Pieces


I’m not sure if intimacy exists without touch. Maybe it does. But touch is what makes it true. You tell me things. How my very being is a velvet cushion... Read More
September 26, 2017 in Writing Pieces


When my husband and I got together we decided to talk about what we both felt were the most important traits in someone you were about to spend your life... Read More
September 19, 2017 in Writing Pieces

What I Told Him

I told him all of it. Yesterday. Walking on the beach.   The thoughts that keep cycling in my head that I don’t want to admit. That I don’t want... Read More
August 22, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Parking Lot

We all do things that no one knows we do.   On occasional Tuesdays, if you can’t find me, I might be in the parking lot in front of the... Read More
August 9, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Lake House

A place of dog eared memories. Afghans crocheted by aunts no longer remembered. Corners bundled with pine walking sticks and wooden snowshoes. The wicker chair that sits rocking next to... Read More
August 7, 2017 in Writing Pieces

What I expect.

I expect you to tell me everything. The really hard things that you think I’ll leave you for. I expect the tiles will feel cool when I lay my cheek... Read More
July 20, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Social Media Disorder

Have you ever noticed that everyone on Facebook….or Instagram…. is having a better time than you are? They have millions of friends. Often your friends. They’re social. They’re swimming in... Read More
June 19, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Dead Sea

I recently took a trip to the Dead Sea.   Well, really to Israel.   And the Dead Sea was there. If you remember your geography, the Dead Sea is bordered... Read More
April 14, 2017 in Writing Pieces


Somehow along the way I’ve lost myself.   I don’t work full time, so it’s up to me to manage myself.  It hasn’t been going well. I’ve lost myself in the... Read More
April 14, 2017 in Writing Pieces


It’s really my father’s fault. Everyday growing up, as I was going to school, he put on his tie and went to work. When he was 65, his company gave... Read More
April 14, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Tap Shoes

I feel responsible for any relationship I’m in. If it works, I haven’t failed..  If it doesn’t , I have. I intellectually understand that a relationship is two-sided. You care... Read More
April 14, 2017 in Writing Pieces


Focus, as I understand it, is another form of meditation.  You concentrate on something and lose connection of all that’s spinning around you.  Which is a good thing. My girlfriend... Read More
April 14, 2017 in Writing Pieces

The final third

A wise friend explained to me that life is divided into three sections.  Thirds. The first third has to do with family.  Living with… or separating from. The second third... Read More
February 28, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Paul Bunyan

My husband is building a barn. He’s been doing this for three years. Without electricity. Like paul bunyan. He took a class in timber frame building several summers ago and... Read More
February 28, 2017 in Writing Pieces

What I Didn’t Tell You

There were things I didn’t tell you. When I wrote to you to tell you I was still here, living in Idaho, a writer, with twins. When I wrote to... Read More
February 28, 2017 in Writing Pieces

What Do Men Feel

Men of a certain age? My husband’s there. And frankly, I’m not sure of the answer. He’s philosophic. “I’ve had a good life, mary. Provided for my children. Now I... Read More
February 28, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Camping Schmamping

Camping. This is an activity I really don’t get. Recently, I experienced my first backpacking overnight. We headed for the central Idaho destination with the bang-up name, Fourth of July... Read More
February 28, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Aunt Florence

Old looks old If you grew up on the east coast you’ll remember those time forgotten factory towns that once were home to small industry. The towns coal miners and... Read More
February 28, 2017 in Writing Pieces

The Cover Up

I hate getting dressed. I feel like some giant aging paper doll…where my job is to hook on more paper every year to cover up all the exposed parts. Parts... Read More
February 24, 2017 in Writing Pieces

Driveway Trees

Trees I was in Kenya last year. I carried one book on the animals. One on the birds and one on the flora and fauna. I studied the greater kudu... Read More