A season for all seasons
Apple picking. Drying apples for eating later during the winter. Pumpkin patches and hay rides. Long walks on days that are cooler, with a carpet of yellow and red leaves swishing around the feet.
Riding the train across the USA: Part 1 — Little Rock, Arkansas — Washington, DC
Almost imperceptibly the train starts moving. Very gently it eases out from the platform. The adventure is beginnning.
My cup runneth over…
What happens when you put 275 or so writers and bloggers into a room for a weekend?
Walls and fences — to keep us apart
When the Berlin Wall went up on August 13, 1961, I was 300 miles away in Sweden. I was 6. And had a terrible time figuring this whole thing out.
One step leads to another and pretty soon it’s a road trip
Train station in very late evening. The waiting room slowly fills. Clearly there are a bunch of people getting on the Texas Eagle tonight, bound for St Louis and Chicago.
I guess we did a lot
I went to a 50th wedding anniversary celebration last weekend. That’s a long time. A lot of life passing by.
“Cosmopolitan” is a _______ word
Recently I discovered that “cosmopolitan” apparently is a bad word to some people. Silly me, I always thought a cosmopolitan person was someone who’d been places, different cities, different cultures, different countries and who moved with ease in them all.
I am a writer
So many people I meet mention that they want to write a book. Maybe even vaguely dream of being discovered as the next F. Scott Fitzgerald or Hemingway or Stephen King.