#KINDNESS LIVES IN THE MOUNTAINS

I called it the “dam trip,” and dragged my husband along. Labor Day didn’t mean we had to work–me at my computer writing and Robert in his garden gardening–and besides, the day held the promise of perfect weather. Temperature in the seventies, cloudless sky, and a slight breeze all indicated to me it was timeContinue reading “#KINDNESS LIVES IN THE MOUNTAINS”

THE MARK OF A MAN

I’m feeling nostalgic today as I honor the anniversary of my father’s death, which occurred on August 29, 1981, sometime around the noon hour. It was a beautiful late summer day in Michigan. The morning had been cloudy but when I stepped outside into the backyard at my parent’s home moments after he took hisContinue reading “THE MARK OF A MAN”

ECLECTIC MUSINGS FROM A WRITER’S LIFE

When we made the big transition two years ago to leave Pittsburgh and move to the mountains during the summer and Florida for the winters, lots of decisions had to be made about what we kept and what we tossed. The hardest task for me personally came when I had to address the file cabinetsContinue reading “ECLECTIC MUSINGS FROM A WRITER’S LIFE”

IN PURSUIT OF THE WATERFALL

We’re in our second summer of living in the Smoky Mountains, and we still have so much to learn and explore. Yesterday, we took a day away from canning and cooking to chase waterfalls. And we ended with a short kayak paddle on Nantahala Lake. First, we headed east on Highway 64 toward Highlands, NorthContinue reading “IN PURSUIT OF THE WATERFALL”

YOU REALLY CAN GO HOME AGAIN

  Summer in Michigan — just the thought of it brings a smile to my face. Both my husband and I hail from a small town in southeastern Michigan, and this summer we returned for a whirlwind of a trip that examined our past and our ancestry. Day after day brought new discoveries and oldContinue reading “YOU REALLY CAN GO HOME AGAIN”