writer, storyteller, speaker
These days, it is not uncommon to see a row of young people sitting next to each other, feverishly texting — and often texting each other despite the fact they are sitting RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER — rather than having (risking?) a conversation. Adults are starting to do the same. Slowly but surely, it seems that texting is replacing conversation– or at least changing the nature of conversation. [Read more…] about Making Conversation
I always hope and even expect that summer will move at a slower pace, that I will be refueled and restored, able to face the fall season and my creative work with renewed energy. But alas, once again, time has flown, I’ve worked frantically, and I’m crawling into August exhausted (and way behind on blog posting), hoping I can salvage something of this summer before the hardy mums arrive.
I’m blessed for many reasons, and one of them is having my older brother Jimmy to whom I’m very close. And for almost as long as I have had Jimmy (aka Chopper), I have had his large pack of friends who have stood guard as my non-DNA brothers. This group includes Ricky, Dougie, Twomey, Charlie and until last week, at the too-young age of 56, Eddie.
A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting at my computer, writing fitfully. I felt extremely uncomfortable, even claustrophobic. I looked around and realized that although my studio is 1,300 square feet, I was working in an area about 2 feet by 4 feet. Why? Because every other inch of space was filled with — how can I say this delicately? — every inch was filled with crap.
A dear friend who lives in Tampa is spending the day at the beach. I, on the other hand, am preparing for “snowpocalypse” with the rest of New England. I choose to love her any way.