Storytelling. Fact and fiction. One word at a time.
David, my writing partner, and I are launching the fourth book in the Shepherd and Wolfe Mystery Series, Shepherd's Call this May 25th. Every time another completed book lands in our hands we get very excited. There are a lot of feelings. Relief. Happiness. Feelings of success. Anticipation on how it will be received. Pride.... Continue Reading →
Because I run the idea of pace is very relevant when I am going longer than four kilometers. Almost all definitions of pace relate to walking, stepping or running. It's the idea of moving forward in space with rhythm. As an idiom, the word is defined as moving or making progress at a sensible or... Continue Reading →
I found a photo on the internet of a beautiful woman on the floor strategically placed at a laptop, her legs opened, lap top between her knees, a glass of wine to her left and loose papers strewn about. The shot was from above so there was ample cleavage for the viewer. Because I don't... Continue Reading →
I recently got my hair done. It was time to hide the grey---again. When Holly was finished I absolutely loved the color and the cut. "Holly, you make me look better! I mean I'm a nice looking lady but you definitely polish me. Thank you! You're my stylist editor." I laughed at the spontaneous idea... Continue Reading →
I just finished reading The War of Art by Steven Pressfield and I had a couple of thoughts.First: "I'm doing alright based on what I read."Then: "Shit! I have a lot of work to do based on what I read." I do go to war regularly with Resistance for the sake of art. I often... Continue Reading →
The menu: Courses and pairings: In the kitchen with Aaron: Nokomis Kettle Sour Craft Ale and a Wild Tea Kombucha-hard lime with a pre-meal charcuterie of small green things (pistachios, green grapes, Sicilian green olives) surrounding a pile of Edam cheese to relax our palette and prepare our bellies. Warm evening outside: Tomato Gazpacho, blended... Continue Reading →
Halfway through my Fine Arts Degree, a professor told an anecdotal story about an early experience he had selling his art. As young artists, we were curious about making money. Let's be honest no one wants to be a starving artist. I listened, hoping to take a nugget of information away that might possibly help... Continue Reading →
Some achievements feel epic. The house that I built feels like an epic accomplishment. I got a big girl loan from the bank all by myself. *This may also seem like it's not that big a deal but in the 80's I needed a man to co-sign for me. I will never take the path... Continue Reading →
When I was in Grade One, our teacher, Mrs. Lawrence, would put a piece of paper that was super big (probably only 11x17 but it felt gigantic) on each desk and then she would go around the class with a permanent marker and make a line or a squiggle on everyone's page. From that single... Continue Reading →
I had a visitor during my morning class, another teacher---she teaches social studies. She sat near my desk studying the room. Quiet indie music played from the speaker in the corner while the students leaned over their large beautiful pastel portraits, working and blending colors, completely focused. "Look at them." She said with a smile.... Continue Reading →
