Death of a Dream

Every opportunity in life has a unique season in which it flourishes, but the timeline of that season of maturity can vary greatly from one thing to the next. Sometimes we reap the rewards of a fruitful business or relationship for decades, but in other cases, the glory is short-lived. Try as we might, it…

Book Review: Seven Days in the Art World

One must not be an art aficionado to know that making art is only one stroke of the intricately complicated masterpiece of the modern art world. Art has inherent value from the moment a piece is started; even if that work is never shown to the public. However, when the oeuvre of an artist does…

Book Review: The Moonstone

Per usual, I bought The Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins, during a Barnes and Noble perusal of “the classics.” Hailed on its back cover as one of the world’s first detective novels, I was intrigued and a bit confused why I had never even heard of the title. My interest piqued, I bought it. Of course,…

Centered

The obligatory end of the year blog post reflection. I REALLY waited until the VERY end of 2023 to get this done. In part, because I’ve been convalescing from hip surgery (torn labrum/impingement repair), but to be honest, I’ve just been avoiding looking back or forward. This year has felt a bit out of control…

Book Review: A Season of Second Chances

When a friend loaned me her copy of A Season of Second Chances by Jenny Bayliss, I was skeptical at best. Despite the saccharine description of a chef hosting a book club in a coastal British town (all things that are near & dear to my heart) and a promise that there wouldn’t be too…

Coming Home

There’s an understandable mix—a collection of feelings: a burst of joy, a sigh of relief,a pang of regret, a whisper of trepidation. We go away, but then come to:A return journey or a fresh start—perhaps both. We may venture to a familiar place,but that doesn’t mean we’re traveling in reverse. The sands of time continue…

Book Review: The Artist’s Way

I am a bit shocked that I hadn’t yet written a review on The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, for how profound of an impact it has had on my life this year. Perhaps that is why—it felt too personal or too close or like I was still in the thick of it, even though…

Growing Pains

When moms don’t answer phones Somehow It adds insult to injury I’m an adult I don’t need to be parented I just Need my parent. She’s busy, Working, gardening, reading, sleeping. She’s an adult. Adults just have to do things. I just have to make decisions. On my own. But I don’t want to. I…

Book Review: We Came, We Saw, We Left

It is quite possible I was first drawn to “We Came, We Saw, We Life—A Family Gap Year” by Charles Wheelan, because of its striking yellow cover and very simple design. It gave “Little Miss Sunshine” vibes with a bright blue van driving off the edge of the book. Then I saw the tag: “Nine…

A Present

If time is a present, why does it so often feel like a burden? To enjoy the time we have requires that we have some concept of both its length and breadth.  Yet, no man knows the hour at which his clock will expire. No woman can foresee which sunset will be her last. Every…