Mad about books
I’m mad about books. In fact, it may be said that I hoard them. Lately, I’ve taken to collecting leather bound ones which I buy from Folio Society, an English company that periodically features one of their half-off sales—or, believe it or not, from Barnes and Noble leather-bound classics (for some reason I’m embarrassed to […]
Like Son, Like Mother
I’ve been writing a lot of late—very little poetry or creative prose but lots of short pieces for the CKP blog and newsletter as well as my own blog. I must say, I’m loving it. I used to think that the only kind of writing that would satisfy me was that which required my imagination, […]
When I first started Confessions…
When I first started Confessions, I was gleeful. After poetry, writing prose was like getting out of school. A friend had been talking about a play she was writing in which her mother was the speaker and central character. I was intrigued at the idea of speaking in the voice of a person I knew […]
October
Despite the fact that it heralds another year gone and another year older, October is turning out to be a glOrious month. Last year, my husband, Alan and our son, David and his girlfriend (now wife), Marlene, took me on a surprise trip to Ireland–my beloved Ireland– following a surprise party to ‘celebrate’ a BIG […]
Almost out of my hands…
Now that Confessions is almost out of my hands—I’m still tinkering with the last of the copy-edits and obsessing over what head shot to use–there’s a tingling in my chest that I could identify as excitement which I think it is but mixed in is anxiety. I always feel anxious at this point, and that […]