The beach house
My brother Val and I had gone to the beach house for Thanksgiving. This was 1944, before my marriage or … Continue reading The beach house
My brother Val and I had gone to the beach house for Thanksgiving. This was 1944, before my marriage or … Continue reading The beach house
They called the farmhouse casa de los espiritus, the ones who picked the fruit and helped with the orchards. House … Continue reading Casa de los espíritus – House of the spirits
I’m going off to the woods to howl at the moon (just kidding I’m a Vampire not a Werewolf), hike, … Continue reading Yes, I dated that guy… and other random thoughts
The coyote was back last night yipping and howling behind my house. I think it wants some nearby chickens but … Continue reading Cats, Coyotes and Clips
I’m almost finished with a novel I’ve been writing for way too long. Then my husband asked “what are you … Continue reading Fingerprints…really?
At 108 degrees farenheit it is too hot. Way too hot. It is one of those days where I wish … Continue reading Notoriously Hot (ramblings in the heat)
It was like when you text someone the message: Your phone is in my purse. Continue reading It was like…