A man sat in the middle of a forest, in the middle of a garden, in the middle of a bench. Or was it a man? Perhaps it was a boy. He looked very like a lost little boy sitting in the midst of frozen flowers. Funny thing about the first, unexpected frost. If one… Continue reading Frozen Flowers

So, one of my dreams has always been to write a story that fulfilled the very murky outlines of Emily of New Moon's Seller of Dreams. Once, many years ago, I wrote a poem based upon the story I wanted to write. There is no question it needs revising, but I ran into it today,… Continue reading Seller of Dreams

So, I felt this super super overwhelming urge to write. I haven't written in ever so long! But, as other writers, I am sure, can sympathize with, I stared at the blank document in front of me without a thing to put down. So, finally, I put on music from Tim Janis, one of my… Continue reading An Ocean Touch

Since moving into this townhouse in Purcellville, I've spent lots of time in various parts of the house. In the kitchen, cooking and cleaning - Oh, the joy of cooking again! And I never thought I'd be happy to clean a kitchen, but seeing it sparkling and pretty makes me happy. The dining room, at… Continue reading Out on the Porch

Looking through my old writings, I happened upon this extremely rough poem I jotted down a few years ago. But I thought you might enjoy it anyway. PHANTOM RIDERS Far and away many years ago there were strange ghosts in an old, old bay. Phantom Riders named for their eery flight over the waters and… Continue reading Phantom Riders