Feeling a bit dim


So, I'm walking home today and thinking about Christmas traditions and how we as a family have so few of them and it suddenly dawned on me that I had actually destroyed my family when I left my ex. I feel like an idiot. I hadn't actually realized that before. Well, I had, but not…

Moving on


Just listening to Stan Carew on Weekend Mornings - he plays the best music and woke me this morning with a rousing fiddle tune by Natalie McMaster. I'm feeling my toes tap under the covers as I sluggishly awaken. But the song spoke to me. Lately I've heard from a quite a few people who…

I want a “do over”…


Just back from watching The Great Gatsby. It astonishes me how different all these books are from what I thought they were when I was forced to read them in high school. The whole feeling of Gatsby was so different than what I remembered (truth is I just lived for Robert Redford (still do) and…

Oxytocin and love, or why don’t you just touch me already?


I love the luxury I have as a retired person to lie in bed and listen to the radio on the morning. Sometimes, though, what I hear sends me rocketing into my day, filled with rage or wonderment. Yesterday, in time for Valentine's Day, there was a report on the Current about using oxytocin spray…

Single and okay with it…


It's still not approved of. Especially for women, but I've got to admit I've been guilty of it, too. When I see a profile on a dating site that says the guy is 50 or older and never been married, I have to admit it gives me pause. Because, if we aren't totally horrid, someone…

Solitude and writing and love and life


Alone time is vital for writers - it's very difficult to hold a conversation while writing emails even, and when deep inside a character, it's almost impossible. I apologize in advance for being rude to people who interrupt when I am working with my wobbly muse. They never know how they will find me. I…

As time goes by…


Just finished watching the excellent series on WGBH, As time goes by. It's about a couple who met up during the war, were separated for years, and meet again in their old age, finding out they are still in love with each other. It's lovely. It's so appealing, the thought of reconnecting with someone who…

Give it up, already!


When do you give up? When do you decide that the effort just isn't worth it anymore, that you've wasted enough time, that you should cut your losses and move on? I've struggled with writing for some time now, beaten back by fatigue, depression, and that damned autocorrect. Occasionally I think to myself - hey,…