I’m a whoo-whoo kind of person.
Most people who know me either find that trait endearing or ignorant, fascinating or a facet to ignore.
My guy tries his best to ignore the times I fly off to another (invisible) realm.
He’s an engineer. He believes in scientific cause and effect. Continue reading
I don’t talk with my hands.
Why should I? I’m a writer and a lover of words. No hand expressions are needed if the words are right when talking about writing.
Oh, how wrong I am. Continue reading
I observe people wearing their Fitbit bands and silently smirk. Who needs to count their steps, for heaven’s sake?
Just walk, run, dance, skip, jump….MOVE.
But when my daughter asks me what I want for my birthday, I point to the beautiful Fitbit-like bracelet she wears on her wrist. It’s a thin elegant gold band with a large moonstone in the center and a tiny crystal on either side. Continue reading
I applaud Patty Jenkins, the director of the well-reviewed Wonder Woman movie, and her response to a question in a Time magazine interview, “Why have you banned the word cheesy?”
“When artists, who are supposed to speak freely, are afraid to be earnest and do beauty and sincerity, you’ve got a serious problem on your hands. Cheesy makes people afraid to be emotional. And I won’t have it..” Jenkins declared. (Time, 6/26/17, B. Luscombe)
I won’t either, Patty. Since when did sentimentality and heartfelt emotion become “cheesy”? Continue reading
Before further conversation, I grabbed my brown suitcase, the one Derek was still holding in his hand. “I think I’ll make the switch before we forget,” I said with a wry laugh.
Ignoring me, he tapped his finger on his forehead. “I knew I recognized you. Bob. Bob’s girlfriend.”
“Ex- girlfriend,” I interrupted quickly. (Story begins with The Wrong One and then Summertime Baggage.)
Derek continued, “At my parent’s Christmas party in Brookline. Bob and I were…” Continue reading
