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There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

There’s Magic in the Sound of Silence

I love silence. Ours is a quiet household. With only my husband and I and two small dogs in the last house at the end of a cul de sac, silence is a given. Canals on two sides, gardens on the other, similar neighbors across the road, oh yes, it’s not hard to have...
How I Learned How Not to Be Crowded Out by My Thoughts.

How I Learned How Not to Be Crowded Out by My Thoughts.

I Created a Cave Called Solitude. Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash Sometimes being an empath is not all it’s cracked out to be. People, often total strangers, talk to me. I sense the story behind the story. What they are not saying. Their actions reveal more. There is...
Are You Laden With Pollen of Justice, Love, and Peace?

Are You Laden With Pollen of Justice, Love, and Peace?

Ida Adams Sep 17 · Personal photo from writer’s files It was one of those perfect mornings. A brief thunderstorm overnight had left us a rain-washed garden. Steam rose from the soil as the sun crept over the horizon, promising another hot, humid day. Buzzing wings...
DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME?

DO I STILL HAVE A BOOK IN ME? Somewhere. Anywhere. Begging to Come Out. · There was the Mills and Boone phase out of the U.K. Hearts and Flowers. Gentle romances that didn’t make one wrap the book cover in brown paper when reading in public. “This,” I thought, “this I...
FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS.

FRIENDS, FRENEMIES, FAMILY AND STRANGERS. There, I think that covers everyone! MAY I HUG YOU has passed it “use by date.” It is time to hit the pause button, step back and regroup. It has been a great and grand ride. Starting with my – Adventures of Hugging a Stranger...
WHY DO I WRITE?

WHY DO I WRITE?

WHY DO I WRITE? January 30, 2017. Is it really two years ago than I wrote this headline? Yes, I checked and double checked. It is. Some of you might remember. Some newcomers to my website, won’t. But here I am. Nothing has changed. I still write because I cannot NOT...