My Creative Writing Class is like no other! Sparkling repartee! Writing Prompts created to lead us deep into our soul! Tranformative and Hilarious Reading Assignments! Martini Zoom Time with Writing Tips! And finally a TRANSFORMATION story we can call our own! And at the end
She is wearing a robe spun from shooting stars and I’m wearing a dress sewn from a sheet of rain.
I have never felt more like a queen than swimming in a waterfall in a jungle surrounded by ancient stones with my twin soul, who put her arms around me when I was cold…
The Tomfoolery, Trash, and Twaddle that is the Divorce World
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” Hemingway
We still dance on whirling stages in my Busby Berkeley Dreams
Patriarchy? Does the Patriarchy still exist, you ask? I’ll let you be the judge. So let’s start with the fact that I just finished house hunting and started wondering why the big bedroom in every house is called the “Master”. Why? Why isn’t it called
This morning I woke up to rain and went outside to drag in all my patio cushions, and the air smelled salty, like the sea, and I thought, “I really don’t want to be spending my time doing this. I want to be writing, baking,
This morning I woke up to the scent of baking bread and literally floated down the stairs on a cloud of cinnamon. My house guest, Alma Luce is a stress-baker, meaning this morning, she made three loaves of braided cinnamon-sugar challah bread, black beans and
Last summer I turned 50 and took my teenagers and my niece on my dream trip to Europe. So far, I have blogged about Venice, the Orient Express, and our road trip from Paris to Chateau Des Milandes in the Dordogne Region. At the end
