Hard to believe it’s been 20 years.
Planting Words (a sestina about writing)
Money doesn’t grow on trees
But who are they anyway?
Because as a writer who writes
What I know
I’m sure that’s where my fortune grows.
It takes love and time to grow
Plant a seed and wait, you say?
So who are you to show the way?
And we must write. That’s what we know.
But how did we come to know?
Up this way and like the trees
We find our strength in what we say
Our own way.
It’s what it means to be writers.
And we’ve always been writers,
Like a seedling knows to grow
Toward the sun to become a tree.
We can say
The same. We know no other way.
If there was another way
Are savvy enough to know
That like a wild fire grows
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Life has been crazy lately, hasn’t it?
But I guess that goes without saying these days.
I haven’t blogged in a long time. I can’t even blame 2020 for that but to say I’ve been busy would be both a cop out and an understatement. I can only say I’ll try to do better.
In addition to all the mom stuff we moms do on the regular, I’ve been distracted by other things. Work. Life. Other stuff.
Though I obviously haven’t been blogging, I have been writing. A lot actually.
I rewrote one of my novels… again. Only this time, I like hardcore rewrote it—as in completely shredded the you-know-what out of it until it was completely unrecognizable and then I put it back together. Like one of those 1000-piece puzzles so many of us attempted to tackle this year, I felt accomplished and proud when I finally finished it. But like a puzzle, now I don’t know what to do with it or myself. I’m not sure whether I should frame it, start another puzzle right away, or take it apart all over again.
Perhaps it’s time to dust off the querying cobwebs and get going.
My dad died last year.
That was rough. Still not ready to talk about it.
Oh, and COVID. WTF? I lost a good friend this year to it. She was 44 when she got it and 45 when she was removed from the ventilator. In case you’re wondering, she had no preexisting conditions or at least none anyone was aware of. So many people have lost people this year. Over a dozen of my close friends have lost parents. Not all to COVID but it seems we have all lost something or someone to it. But we’re also gaining things. It’s not always easy to see those things but if we squint hard enough, they’re there.
It’s probably strange to admit this but I’ve enjoyed my time in quarantine. In some ways, self-distancing comes naturally to me. Spending more time with my family, especially my daughter, has been nothing short of a blessing.
We’ve decided to homeschool her this year. She’s always kind of wanted to be homeschooled so needless to say she’s beyond excited. I am too. So far, it’s going well.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have Polycystic Kidney Disease. I’ve never let it slow me down, but like so many of you who have preexisting conditions it’s given me something extra to think about in the midst of this whole COVID sitch. My mom has it, too.
We all have so much on our hearts and minds these days.
I hope you’re happy and healthy.
I’ll blog again soon.
This year. Or maybe next year.
My screenplay Pro M.O.H. (Professional Maid of Honor) came in 2nd Place in the Women Who Write in Film International Screenwriting Competition!!
I’m so honored! And I’m excited to see where this might possibly lead me next!
I love to make special treats for my daughter to take to school, especially at holiday time. Here’s a quick and easy treat for Halloween! Not only are these fun and easy to make, but they’re cheap so you can make enough for the whole class!
Vanilla Pudding (follow instructions on package)
Green or Purple Food Coloring (just a few drops until you get the color you want)
Clear plastic cups, spoons and a magic marker (for drawing faces)
Any spooky topping and/or decorations you wish (I used candy worms, chocolate cream cookie crumbles and colorful plastic spider rings. The kids loved them!)
I wrote this article way back when I was in high school (circa 1993-ish) about my then (and now) best friend, Diana Torralvo.
Even though it was written through the eyes of Teen Me, which, let’s face it, wasn’t all that different than Adult Me and it’s been over 2 decades, my feelings still hold true.
We’ve been through so much together–from the most beautiful life celebrations to our worst tragedies. We’ve been there for each other through thick and thin and some major highs and lows. You’ve survived being my roommate and my maid of honor. Hey, I survived those too! You always make me laugh (not always on purpose) and more often than not you make me see the brighter side of every situation. You give me hope when my supply is running low. I try to do the same for you. No matter where we are or what either of us is going through, we always know the other is just a phone call away.
Happy birthday, DiTo Mosquito. I love you. xoxoxoxox
Happy Pi day!
Last night, Jason took a wrong turn but it ended up so right.
Since he was already way out of his way, he decided to stop at a place he spotted called Lucky Boy Restaurant in Lawrence, New York and pick up dinner. We’d never been there before, but for whatever reason, he decided to check it out. It’s a small, out of the way, hole in the wall type place, the ones that are almost always good. Greek food, family owned. He made a few standard selections for us to split: salad, hummus, pita, dolmades (my fave!) and a stuffed eggplant dish that LUCKILY never made it into the bag.
Call it fate or kismet or simple good luck, but as he turned to leave, just before opening the door, he spotted the most beautiful, decadent, fresh, homemade coconut custard pie sitting all alone and uncut on the counter…
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