Because of me, my granddaughter almost loses a couple of fingers.
We’re driving down a typical New England country road, bracketed with August-green swaying trees. Hawks swing on the tops of those trees, squawking loudly.
To our right is an almost-hidden river where kayakers slowly swing their oars. To our left is dense wood filled with squirrels and woodchucks and chirping sparrows.
“Madre, watch out!” Sophie yells. I ram my foot on the brake. Continue reading
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
