I write to relate to the world around me. I write to find words for my feelings, to reflect on my previous mistakes and triumphs, and find common connections between me, my experiences, and everyone else in the world. I write to connect with others. I write to create and to put my imagination to… Continue reading Why I Write
https://youtu.be/VpibvAnQqJw These goats spent 24 hours behind my house, eating most of the dry weeds, also known as kindling, that make our hills golden. I loved wishing them good morning.
https://youtu.be/VpibvAnQqJw I created this video (and more) during the 24 hours the super goats spent munch the dry, brittle weeds that make our hills golden. They spent the night behind our house and it was so cool wishing them a good morning. I need to write a poem in their honor.
Waiting the required 15 minutes. On St. Patrick's Day I received my second Pfizer vaccination shot at the mass vaccination site also known as the Oakland Collesuem. Only two factors disappointed: There were half as many people there this second time around. It could have been the timing since I went through 90 minutes earlier,… Continue reading Second Shot Whatnots
Mass vaccination sites sound like they are straight out of a sci-fi thriller. But after my experience today, I believe this is the BEST way to get vaccinated for COVID19.
I am at the edge of a forty-five foot-long tunnel, the batter in her stance and my catcher in her squat at the other end.
The wind tore through the night like an invisible giant hurling frozen tumbleweeds into trembling cacti. The bright flood lights glanced off the large chunks of snow that whipped in all directions before blanketing the desert plants. “On your marks!” boomed the mayor’s voice through his megaphone. Each contestant instinctively gripped the reigns of their… Continue reading Annual Elder Artic Chariot Racers
Which is the greatest supporting evidence to my claim that I am now a home cook: that I successfully cooked my first turkey or that I bought myself a knife called a cleaver? Cooking my first bird is a big step. At the somewhat ancient age of 46 I bought, bathed, and baked my first… Continue reading Covid19 Survival Skills (a.k.a. cooking)
by Lynn Fulton One of my writer partners has an award winning, non-fiction picture book about Mary Shelly titled She Made a Monster. It's a great example of how a talented writer can turn a passion into an amazing book. To read more about it and purchase, click HERE.
Every December fruitcake, the most misunderstood holiday treat, is forced back into the holiday spotlight again for more abuse. Hate on its unimaginative loaf shape. Mock its colorful but unrecognizable “food-like” ingredients. Ostracize it with a journey straight from the front door to the trashcan. But do this at your own risk of self-deprivation... and mob mentality.
Warning: be prepared for s-sound overload in the S paragraphs Every year the inevitable happens; I grow another year wiser. Each birthday has significance in some way, big or small, and my birthday that took place a few days ago was no different. Except this year’s birthday took place in the middle of the coronavirus… Continue reading The Birthday Blues E-S-S-A-Y