Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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I decided to go to the March on Washington, as a promise to myself that I would never let hopelessness define me again. This past Election Day I woke up, literally and figuratively, to the realization that as a 53-year-old … Continue reading
I’m sitting on a plane, flying from Tel Aviv, Israel–– after visiting my daughter, son-in-law and my beautiful 17-month-old grandson. Leaving them is always brutal. While I’m there, I lose myself in a beautiful world of baby laughter, love and … Continue reading
I am writing this and posting, but know that I’ll have little chance to read and comment on other stories this week. Thursday is my final day with my gorgeous grandson, before I leave Tel Aviv (Friday) and head for Washington, … Continue reading
This week, there is no fiction here; my brain can’t find refuge in photos, though I appreciate C.E. Ayr’s muse. I’ve only got a few more days in Israel, soaking up my 16 month old grandson’s yumminess, and then I … Continue reading