Throughout my childhood I had always been a tomboy. I played with the boys even though I was often relegated to watching their battles...

With age there is the  realization that I am becoming more and more of a recluse. I have respect for other friends who have adopted the...

Words. They rule my life and the lives of us all; how we use them; how we express ourselves . The choices we make in our communication...

UFO Highway, Area 51, Rachel, Nevada In honor of Halloween and strange unexplainable experiences, I decided to share this life event of...

I was recently asked by a friend and fellow writer, “What is your process of writing? How did you get published?” This opened up a...

Recently I had that special, cherished, looked-forward to experience: lunch with a dear friend. Jean and I met in 1991. She immediately...

The thrilling release of my second book, Raising the Dead, has filled me with enormous joy. And, excruciating, gut-wrenching fear. My box...

Dear faithful readers, writers, friends, I am thrilled to announce that my second internationally published book has just been released! ...

Contributed by guest author, John York One of the things I love most about writing is the connection to other authors. Often, these...

It was about 10:30 pm when I heard the first scream erupt from our kitchen. I had been examining my image in the bathroom mirror. “Damn,...

Art by Mary Engelbreit The first time I thought about the phrase, “The Golden Years” was at the Life Enrichment Center. As I was washing...

My family was visiting from Brooklyn and Philadelphia during spring break. They hadn't visited recently. In the span between visits Tim...

I have always been an avid birdwatcher or Bird Nerd, as some call me. I love the varying bird seasons: meeting, courting, nesting,...

On April 16 we were visiting Tim’s Alma Mata, the University of West Florida, Pensacola. We were also excited to revisit our favorite...

I sat on the antique loveseat in Ava, my accountant's office. I noticed the changes in the room which had occurred over the years. The...

Since 2005 Tim and I have lived in our little nest, our first home together. Being the more social of the two of us (and the nosier, as I...

Have you ever returned to a restaurant or place where something special happened? Maybe it was your first date, your first meal together,...

My addiction began on March 22, 1958. I was seven years old. It was less than five months prior to my daddy’s death. This Sunday had...

When I lived in Vermont I always had a Line of Hearts. It is a vine with heart-shaped leaves. The heart leaves grow from strange looking...

Twelve years ago I visited Costa Rica with a dear friend who was trying to escape an abusive relationship. She never did. Recently I...