Haunted
The heater clanked and rattled, yet the living room stayed cold and dark. Cold and dark except for the yellow light beaming.
The light was on in the baby’s bedroom, and the ceiling fan was blowing.
Category Archives: Writing
There and Back Again
I can’t believe it has been over a year since I’ve written here, dear readers. There has been many a …
Work and Life — Balance or Peace?
The Myth and Math of Work/Life Balance “How Do You Do It?” I used to have many proud, ready answers …
Give Us This Day
Not long ago, we joined a food co-op, to support local NY farming and eat healthfully from real ingredients we …
Madcap Days
September, the start of Fall and a shortening of days, became a madcap month of crazed energy, hope and renewal for us. …
This Small Life
In the fall of last year, we adopted a rescue kitten. She was twelve months old (so the shelter said), …
In This Town
In this proud town Battered and bold Amid empty spaces And darkened windows like blind eyes Come shops and little …
Evolution and the Green-Eyed Monster
I am not a jealous person. Or am I? When I was a little girl, a group of us went …
First Words
Can I write when I’m happy? I had often wondered why I thought of myself as a writer and yet …
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