Monthly Archives: March 2015
Partying, presents…Our Lips are Sealed
The week kicked off with a much-needed change of scenery in Rhode Island: a couple of days with my friend Heather, whom I’ve known for years. The good news is we chilled out! And…the bad news is we chilled out. We enjoyed a nice CRIMINAL MINDS binge-watch session, ate Chinese food, and reveled in the fact that most of the snow had melted…what a difference a week makes!
I also got some feedback on a short story I’ve been working on (Heather and I have been critiquing each other’s work for years). A piece called Read the rest of this entry
Ghosts & Spirits, crack-of-dawn dining and taking the plunge again

The mountain of snow around The Wilton Playshop’s sign. This photo was taken Sunday, March 8. It’s been so warm here everything’s melted, so I’m sure it’s down by now!
At last, it’s warming up! What a difference a week makes…snow is melting everywhere! Last week I couldn’t see my parking space; it was under a thick layer of ice. Today it’s back to gravel. To celebrate, I got some colorful markers (they were on sale for half price at Staples!) and I went to see a production of She Loves Me at The Wilton Playshop in Wilton, CT, which was excellent (I had some issues with there being 35 minutes of exposition to get to the actual story, but that’s the fault of the book, not the production). I’ve been to nearly all of the community theatres in the area, and never that one. Based on their level of professionalism, I will definitely be going back.

Who doesn’t love colorful felt tip markers? People who aren’t office supply geeks or under the age of twelve.
This week in writing: Back in December of 2013, I took at course in Magic Realism at The Eckleburg Workshops (I highly recommend Read the rest of this entry
Wine bottles, movie posters and hot tow truck drivers

My car, stuck across the driveway. AWESOME quality of life here in New England. Why live anywhere else?
I used to write a newsletter. I’ve now decided I can barely keep my blog going, so instead of trying to do both—and failing at both—I figure I’ll combine the two, and this way I can only fail at one.
I have decided that hell looks like a snowstorm. Read the rest of this entry