To Live My Life Awake
A month, a morning, a moment—how long does time take to divide? How long does it take before to become memory and after reality?
A month, a morning, a moment—how long does time take to divide? How long does it take before to become memory and after reality?
Once again, our wanderlust has taken us across the Atlantic, or the pond as I like to call it. For Dan and me, this was our ninth trip abroad together. This time we went to a city I had visited…Continue Reading →
I met beautiful Neville, a feral cat, late last summer. Of course, when I met him, he had no name and I promised myself I would not name him. Eventually I told myself he needed a name so I could…Continue Reading →
Not until 1974 could women in the U.S. open bank accounts without their husband’s signature. If a woman had no money of her own, she was dependent on the men in her life for everything. In Margaret Atwood’s horrifying dystopian…Continue Reading →
During the summer of 2001, thanks to a fiction grant I won from the state of Virginia—bless you taxpayers—I crossed the pond to Europe for the first time. That first summer I went alone to London, where I contracted a…Continue Reading →
On the third day of 2018, Dan came into my life. Since the last week in December, we had exchanged emails through Match.com, a dubious, often crazy way to meet those of the opposite sex. We made plans to meet…Continue Reading →
Since we met in 2018, Dan and I have traveled to Europe together six times. Our first to Italy was the most disastrous I have ever taken. Those smiling poses on Facebook don’t tell the whole story. Our Italian trip…Continue Reading →
On election day 2022, I was driving past Timber Lane Elementary, which doubles as a polling place. In front of the school along with the candidates’ political signs was a sign objecting to government mandates imposed during the pandemic. DOWN…Continue Reading →