historical fiction writer, amateur photographer, retired computer guru and math geek
Charlie, the dogs and I had such a great time at Trumbull's Corners in February that we immediately booked another two-day getaway for April 15-17. The weather was much warmer, the countryside covered with blooming daffodils and tulips, the trees just beginning to show the pale green of new leaves.Have I told you how much … Continue reading Back to Trumbull’s Corners
To be fair, the moon did in fact eclipse the sun for about a minute here in Central New York. Trouble is, we barely saw it. I suppose it was a good thing that it was so cloudy we didn't need our special eclipse-viewing glasses to see where the phenomenon ought to be. And there … Continue reading The Eclipse That Wasn’t
Do you know why she stayed? I do. My website/cover designer, co-author and friend, Kat Murphy/KJ Harrowick and her business partner Kasey Rogers are launching an initiative to help women in domestic and financial abuse situations. Here's part of a recent email from Kat: "...With their safety as our first priority, our mission is to … Continue reading #iknowwhyshestayed
Nobody told me how everything goes to hell when you get old. Well, okay, the stereotypical old fart gripes about aches and pains and how the world is falling apart and things ain't like they used to be. But... Something happened when I turned seventy. My body went into rebellion mode: every joint aches, every … Continue reading Old and Creaky
Every year, we try to take a small vacation to get away from the winter doldrums. We don't always escape the weather, but just a change of scenery is enough to get through until spring. This year we headed south--that is to the Southern Tier of New York--and we tried something new: we took the … Continue reading Trumbull’s Corners
You show me a woman who hasn't fantasized getting in the car and leaving home and I'll show you a woman who doesn't drive." ~Susan Sussman, in her novel Time Out From Good Behavior Show of hands, moms: who has never clenched her car keys so tightly they made red indents in her palm, and … Continue reading Car Keys
The phone rings early Sunday morning. It must be my dad—we often share answers to the Sunday Crossword.But today his voice shakes, his emotions barely in check. “Mom is worse.”I can almost hear his tears. Mom’s cancer is back. Just last month she’d assured us everything was as it should be and we believed her—until … Continue reading Saying Goodbye: A Memory
We took our annual vacation in the Adirondack Mountains the first week of September. This year we took a detour from our usual spot at Chimney Mountain and rented a lovely cottage on Lake Algonquin in Wells, New York. The lake is circled by Route 5 which makes for a nice 3.6-mile walk--something we did … Continue reading Snappers!
I was a pretty good student in high school. I loved math and science. I got high grades in English. But I hate, hate, HATED history class! Maybe it's because a lot of history involved memorizing dates, and I am not good at memorizing unless you draw me a picture or give me a mnemonic. … Continue reading Confessions of An Historical Fiction Author
Almost everyone has that one thing: the topic that gets you on your proverbial soap box to tell the world your passion. Mine is child abuse: not just sexual. Physical, emotional. Whatever kind of manipulation is used against a child to make them feel "less than." When I was a kid, corporal punishment was common. … Continue reading Soapbox
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