Spring Flowers are Blooming

I knew I had to participate in WordPress’ Daily Prompt, A Moment in Time, when I saw the topic:  What was the last picture you took? Tell us the story behind it. We went out to the garden center yesterday because the primroses and petunias are ready to plant outside.  The last pictures I took…

The Next Bestseller

Which would I prefer to be, an obscure novelist whose work will be admired and studied by a select few for decades, or a popular paperback author whose books give pleasure to millions? The best selling author, absolutely.  Sure it would be fun to earn a Pulitzer or Nobel Prize for Literature, but that isn’t…

Penny Whistle Fantasy

I love American Bluegrass and Celtic music, two similar styles on opposite sides of the pond.  I love their earthiness and simplicity, liveliness and deep expression of emotion.  Nothing can pick me up and get me moving like a good jig or a reel.  On my bucket list of things to do in my life…

To Comma or not to Comma?

If I have two character flaws, they would be multislacking (see my previous blog for a definition), and a deep, abiding, unabated, and profound love of the comma.  For those of you who care, I am a believer in the Oxford comma, too. Out of the fourteen punctuation marks in the English language, the comma…

Get your own damn cup of coffee

It was Day One of meeting my new boss in my first real grown up job, my first time away from home and family.  I was proud of myself, until it went so incredibly wrong. I was a new Private First Class in the US Army.  I had survived my basic and advanced training and…

Six Hours, One Pen, Twenty-Five Interesting People

I would have been a wonderful Eagle Scout if scouting didn’t discriminate against girls.  Why do I think I’d qualify?  Because I like being prepared, that’s why.  Take today’s WordPress Daily Prompt “Terminal Time” that asks you to talk about how you would kill six hours in an airport without your electronic devices.  While I…

To speak or to suffer?

I wish I had been born five or ten years earlier.  I’m a baby boomer, born not long after the end of the second World War.  I lived through some of the most turbulent times in American history:  the assassination of President John F Kennedy and of his brother Robert Kennedy, and that of Dr.…