A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
MAY 4-5, 2019
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Holy Schlamoly – honored that my post “2 A.M.” was
- MINDING MY Ps AND Qs – A Punctilious Quest
- MINING 4 MEMORIES IN THE LEAST LIKELY PLACE
- SECRETS, LIES, and SFOGLIADELL’
- IN HOT PURSUIT OF THE UNTETHERED MIND
- KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON – A Teacher Appreciation Dissertation
- POETIC PONDERING ON: What rhymes with Wisteria?
- THE POWER OF LOVE
- KALAALLIT NUNAAT – Can’t Get You Outta’ My Head
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Sometimes, when I feel stressed hurried, I think of this sapling. Although she has lofty aspirations, she is in no rush to achieve them. Grounded in the present, she reminds me to slow down, breathe, focus on myself and then broaden that scope to include the … Continue reading
I miss you already. Once the light is out and the room is silent, I will miss you even more. “Remember the time…” fills the house already. Once the light is out and the house is silent I will remember you even more… Like how you … Continue reading
Here a Mo, there a Mo, Everywhere a Mo, Mo. If you write or are thinking of writing, November’s got the MO that will invite the muse and ignite inspiration. First, the mother of MOs. The MO that started it all
When the craziness of the outer world invades my inner peace, a visit to a nearby happy place and a deep breath restores the calm:
The fog had not yet cleared, the air had a nip to it that warranted wearing a light jacket, and I was dang happy that Lucy did not step on the snake that popped from the underbrush and slithered across … Continue reading