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November 30, 2018

They’re tired, these trees. Probably planted when the house was built in 1978.

They long ago lost that first bloom of youth. That abundant flowering come spring.

Their limbs are scraggly. Funky sticks going in all directions. One should not cut down or severely trim crep...

November 28, 2018



I’m a self-confessed do-gooder. Bleeding heart. Tree hugger. Human hugger. Dog hugger. In fact, anything or anyone that will stand still for long enough will get hugged. I do try to remember and ask first.

Lamp posts and mail boxes don’t stand a...

November 26, 2018

(Flashback to 2013.)

We are moving.

Again. (And no, we are not military.)

Sixteen moves in thirty-eight years.

I swear this is the last time.


I’m sitting on a cardboard box in the basement. Contemplating stuff I’d dragged over three continents. I wouldn’t be sur...

November 23, 2018

And what matters most? What others think of me or what I think of myself.

The thought caught me unawares.

Of course, I care what others think.

I want them to like me. Admire me. Want to be like me. Wish they could be my friend.

But they have no idea what I’m really like an...

November 21, 2018

His Windy Highness Hurricane Michael blew through Lodge Creek in the Northern Neck of Virginia on a Thursday night.

I guess we were fortunate that most of its fury had been spent. The wind was down to 50 mph from 150 mph when it hit us. Full blast on the stern.

Final Fli...

November 19, 2018

My husband and I belong to that peculiar group of people called “boaters.”

We handle our fifty-foot Viking Cabin Cruiser by ourselves.

He “captains.” I do lines. And fenders. And other First “matey” things like making coffee underway.

A First Mate’s Nightmare is something...

November 17, 2018

She knew I was a writer.


I hadn’t spoken more than ten words to the lady.

We met while casually conversing late one afternoon Their sailboat docked next to us.

Talk went to Hurricane Florence. And how fortunate we’d been. Our marina had had max twenty-five knot winds...

November 14, 2018

All I want to do is write.

And hopefully, get some recognition for my writing.

I’m a Mary Poppins kind of girl with a firm belief that there are other Mary Poppins types out there. And Chimney Sweeps to cheer them on.

I don’t want to write about –

  • War.

  • Racism.

  • ...

November 12, 2018

I could also say, another lesson from my garden.

But back to the beginning. Always a good place to start.


Six months is an eternity in the lifetime of a garden in Florida.

Ample rain, days of endless sunshine, humidity off the chart...

November 9, 2018

I woke early.


Happily anticipating a day doing my favorite things.

I burrowed deeper. The dogs clamoring for their morning cuddle.

A quick glimpse at my watch said 5.45 am and dear Lord,


My stomach plummeted. My good mood soured.


I vote...

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