THE POWER OF SMELL
The windows were open during the night and I caught the scent of petunias. One of my favorite scents. I will always think of summer fun when I smell petunias. It reminded me that the sense of smell is … Continue reading →
The windows were open during the night and I caught the scent of petunias. One of my favorite scents. I will always think of summer fun when I smell petunias. It reminded me that the sense of smell is … Continue reading →
My dad was a gentle, quiet man but when he spoke, we listened. It was a good thing I did (I can’t speak for my siblings) because I learned a lot. Here is my dad with my older … Continue reading →
I do lots of things besides writing–laundry, housework, gardening and…wait for it…help shear alpacas. It’s an easy enough job because the man who does the shearing has an automatic table. The animals don’t seem to mind … Continue reading →
1. Green is the color of life, hope and renewal. It is invigorating. It has a smell all its own partly grass, partly poplar trees and partly a store of memories. Days of romping in the grass, lying on my … Continue reading →
At bedtime last night, I found a gallon of ice cream in the microwave. I wish I could blame someone else but I can’t. Just as I wish I could say that’s the first time I have done something totally … Continue reading →
My hubby and I attended our granddaughter’s high school graduation last week. She was beautiful and we were busting our buttons with pride. It brought back memories of my own high school grad. I was dating my hubby (and they … Continue reading →
I think most of us, writers included, think writers spend time in lovely little nooks cranking out words in sweet solitude, surrounded by books and pens and stacks of paper. Much like this the pictures on this site. (I can … Continue reading →
I read a quote this morning: Just as you have to let a computer cool down occasionally, the same goes for the human machine. Small cool-downs help prevent meltdowns. By Judith Waters. It got me thinking. Ideally I’d like to … Continue reading →
I write historical novels. I admit I romanticize the past. I ignore the dreadful parts and dwell on the heroic parts. I think I am justified in doing this because no matter what age or stage we are in there … Continue reading →
I had trouble sleeping last night. I smelled smoke so I got up to investigate. I found nothing in the house. Saw nothing outside but the smoke was not my imagination so I got my husband up to check further … Continue reading →