“Show”, don’t “tell” is a cardinal rule of the written page. If an author does not completely climb into the characters head and “let go”, readers will pick that up immediately and just as immediately probably put the book down because no emotional connection has been made. As a reader, you can always tell when . . . → Read More: Writer’s Rules
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Today my husband and I had four tickets to the Patriots home opener against the Arizona Cardinals. We took my Boston daughter and her friend. My husband planned a huge tailgate. He had chicken and steak tips and a myriad of other goodies. Half way to Foxboro my husband realizes he forgot the grill. This . . . → Read More: Sometimes…It’s Just Ugly “When was the last time you told your story?” – Question put to the sick by a Native American Medicine Man. If that was a question put to the sick, it leads me to think that “telling one’s story” is somehow healing. This must be why, when someone sees us hurt or struggling or . . . → Read More: When Was the Last Time? Pursuing things that scare me and diving into areas outside of my comfort zone is becoming prominent on my radar lately, so…I did it again. Yup. I cooked. As most of you know, that only happens maybe twice in a blue moon so….in honor of last week’s blue moon, I cooked. I found a . . . → Read More: If You Have Romas This weekend my daughter brought her three friends down from Boston and we all had a great time. As they were packing to leave today, my daughter said, “Okay Mom, NOW you can write summer is over. It was too early last week.” I smile thinking how desolate it was out here last Tuesday, with . . . → Read More: Ok Mom, NOW It’s Over! My friend, who is an amazing writer of two wonderful blogs, recently reviewed the movie Hope Springs in her blog, Movies, Popcorn, No Butter. It’s a great review. And while she nailed my feelings about the film exactly, she brought up a line from the movie that struck her. A line I completely missed in . . . → Read More: Our One and Only Life It’s a tradition on Cape Cod for the residents to line up on the overpasses along route 6 and wave goodbye to the 20 miles of stopped traffic as our summer visitors leave us. Some wave in extreme happiness to be getting their roads and shops back. Others, like me, wave with a fond nostalgia, . . . → Read More: Signs The morning dawned quiet and beautiful. We still had the paddle board until noon. At 9 am, after feeding me a good breakfast, my husband looked at me and said, “Wanna try one more time?” That was all I needed. A little encouragement from someone else, because I had been thinking the exact same thing. . . . → Read More: Almost A S’UP Oh, where do I start? Today was paddle board day – the second try. Maybe I should start with how it took 1 truck, 3 people, and 4 trips to get everything onto the beach for this paddle board day. We set up camp at noon. It was high tide. We had to wait for . . . → Read More: Surfer Girl My August road has been paved with new and deeper ways of looking at control, acceptance and letting go. Dan McCullough writes an Ideas & Opinion column every Sunday in the Cape Cod Times. I always enjoy it because it’s totally different from the political ones covering the editorial pages. This Sunday was of . . . → Read More: Yet Another New Lens |
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