Midnight Treasure
On the mornings like today when I'm too under slept to write, I slip on my boots, throw a coat over my pajamas, and wander down the Minuteman Bike Path behind my house. With only the light of the moon to guide me, I look for things, lost or dropped, twinkly or bright. I'm not above picking up…
Late Night Friends
I mostly love the Dark Alone of 5am when I've had enough sleep (read: 5-6 hours) and I can tiptoe downstairs to brew my coffee and stir together some words in the silence. But there are those mornings when a writer needs company, and that, my fellow insomniacs, is what a corn snake is for. Meet…
It's 2:10am. Do you know where your blog is?
There's a lot you can do in the middle of the night, and I've been doing it for decades. You can worry about death or your in-grown toenail. You can hate on your husband for having the audacity to not only sleep deeply but to salt the wound by snoring, or you can read your Kindle Paperwhite for a…
Key-p-sake
I tend to find keys. Or they find me. Yesterday a small gold one appeared on the bathroom floor of Fajitas and 'Ritas in downtown Boston. I think it opened the lock on the toilet paper hold. No matter, I left it untouched. This Tinkerbell one, however, was irresistible to me when I discovered it…
Sidewalk Queen
I found this tiny Queen of Diamonds card on the sidewalk while on an evening stroll with my friend Margaret. Plastic coated, protected from rain, this Queen really inspired this blog. I mean, if a girl can find diamonds (and royalty) lying around on the streets of her neighborhood, what…
Writing and Treasure Hunting Workshop
Imagine that your life is a treasure trove of possibilities, and the way to discover the "gold" you seek is by cracking the codes of your past while revealing the clues to your future. Now imagine that by exploring those codes and clues through journal writing and spiritual exercises, you will…
jars
The mason jars line one of my office bookshelves. Seven in all. Seven, like the major chakras. Seven, as in my favorite number. One holds colored glass marbles that I have found or bought in junk stores. Some of those marbles have been rescued from old board games. Rust red or milky white, they…