Tag Archives: Writer’s Life

The Aliens Among Us

At the edge of the Shawangunk Mountains, in a northern corner of Orange County, NY, is a quaint village known as Pine Bush, NY. It’s one of those places where you’ll find an active main street, friendly neighborhoods, horse farms, a winery or two and a very intriguing claim. Bet you didn’t know that Pine […]

Brace Yourself

A trio of smartly-dressed citizen gathers around a table. In the background is some chic destination, like a Parisian street or a nightclub in Honolulu. The woman wears a close-fitting black sundress, flashing an impossibly perfect set of pearly whites, magnified by her red lipstick. Two admiring men, gazing at the rare jewel this woman […]

ARGH!

Nora Ephram famously once said, “Everything is copy.” Bearing that in mind, I write this blog using experiences and incidences that occur in my daily life. After all, isn’t that what blogs are for? Today is one of those days where my unfiltered self must burst through, if for no other reason I really need […]

Journeys

Recently, I went to visit my son, currently serving in the Navy. He just returned from his first deployment, having entered the Navy right out of high school. And here’s the thing: early on, this kid was written off as stupid. Just because he had a different way of seeing the world, he was considered […]

The Simple Stuff

So much deprivation over the last year has left me feeling disconnected. The lack of a social life. The inability to go anywhere or do anything. Even eating in a restaurant seemed hazardous. Or hugging someone. After attending a crowded art show opening in May, I kind of gathered the courage to venture out once […]

The Monster In The Basement

Even though it was July 4, I still had laundry to do. Sunday’s the day I usually change the sheets and wash the towels, plus throw in a few other items, if need be. The picnic I planned to attend got shoved to Monday, which was just fine by me. The day was cool and […]

Dream Life

I’ve been getting weird lucid dreams lately. Really weird. Take, for example, last night. I dreamed that my mother – gone for a number of years now – was lying on her bed in our old house, looking quite youthful. I’d say she appeared to be in her 40s. She propped up her head on […]

Throwaway Women

I was elated to receive an invitation to attend a gallery opening. Gave me one more event to add to my calendar, which, thank goodness, has been filling up a bit. Several artists gathered together to show their works and since I knew them, I had to go. Besides, it seemed like fun, something that’s […]

To Begin Again…Again

Here I am, on a recent Saturday at a Hudson Valley gallery, posing in the sculpture garden. It was pretty darn hot, and I was positively aglow with dew. Though somewhat disoriented without a mask, me and a fellow friend attended an opening. So strange to witness a smile without imagining it through squinted eyes. […]

Freedom Flings

Mask mandates have ended here in New York. I, for one, am glad, but skeptical. While I didn’t hesitate to barrier my face to prevent a deadly virus, I’m a little hesitant to remove it, too. For well over a year I’ve viewed that mask as something that’ll save my life. Conveniently, it prevented me […]