I have a cat, Imagine that, She’s fun and friendly, and plays aplenty. To learn her name, Play the game, Take a look, And read the book.
In His Head
He is lost in thought. Do I know this because he doesn’t hear me? No, it is because his hands are in motion, As he interacts with the imagined person in his head. What might he be thinking? Oh, just look at his hands; Calmly contemplative or flailing in agitation; Revealing the emotion of his illusory dialog.
“Vi In The Mountains”
If you read my interactive book, “Meet My Friends,” you will have met Vi. After Vi’s best friend Charley spends a fun-filled week with Vi and her family at their tiny mountain cabin, Vi’s family decides it is time to find a more spacious home. Join Vi, as she and her family set off to explore three very different mountain communities in search of a new home.
Fun facts:
- Golf resorts have a lot of rules.
- Rocks don’t have to be valuable to be beautiful.
- When your parents look at you like that, you know you are in trouble.
- A geode’s center is filled with minerals — you may get lucky and find a crystal surprise inside.
- Gristmills were used to grind grain into flour.
- Ice cream can have the most unnatural color.
This book is available for purchase in paperback and electronic book formats on Amazon.com. The eBook is free to Kindle Unlimited subscribers.
What do other writers do?
Being fairly new to writing and definitely new to blogging, I am amazed by all of the other writers that are out there. I can’t help but wonder how they got started writing, what continues to motivate them and how they manage their writing journeys.
I can’t say that anything in particular kick-started me to write. It’s more like I caught a writing bug — it came out of nowhere and I can’t get rid of it. I have a fairly demanding job that doesn’t allow for much distraction, but when I am not working, writing is on my mind. When I take my evening shower, I am writing a book or a poem in my head, totally oblivious to whether I had just shampooed my hair. While I sit next to my husband watching television, I am drawing illustrations for a book. Late in the evening, I lay in bed outlining my ideas, writing and editing.
What got you started writing and how do you incorporate writing into your daily life?
To Be One
I see a beautiful landscape, But to see it is not enough. I want to burst into a billion particles, And scatter myself amongst the scenery. I love a person with all my heart, But to love them is not enough. I want to become fluid, And seep into their very pores. I hear a song that touches my soul, But to hear the song is not enough. I want to soar within the melody, And suck it deep into my lungs. I glimpse a moment of pure joy, But to glimpse joy is not enough. I want to cling to it with all my being, And with it to be one.
There Are The Trees
There are the trees. Oh, how they bring me peace; their arms wide open, spreading their tranquility. There are the trees. Confident in their uniqueness, displaying their beauty, even after their leaves have fallen. There are the trees. Emitting the breath of life, I breathe deep into my lungs. Ah, the serenity. There are the trees. Holding life in their branches, strong and sturdy, yet flexible in the shifting winds. There are the trees. Grounded to earth, their roots spreading, searching for sustenance. There are the trees. Oh, how my heart weeps. Branches broken and roots unearthed, as even the trees fall sometimes.

“Meet My Friends” Fun Facts:
- Outer space is not silent. Check out the link in my book to hear what space sounds like.
- Telescopes come in many different forms and do more than just observe stars and planets.
- There are tricycles you can ride on the ocean.
- Canoes can float upside down.

Fun facts about cats:
- Cats are left or right pawed, like humans are left or right handed.
- Isaac Newton invented the cat door.
- Ancient Egyptians would shave off their eyebrows to mourn the loss of their cats.
- Cats walk like camels and giraffes moving one side of their body at a time.

The Birdwatcher
She is like the migratory bird, restless in the cage that imprisons her.
Eager to be set free in the morning light, yet no longer able to fly the distance.
What shall she do, but lie in wait for the cage door to open and a strong wind to pick her up and revitalize her.
Then she shall soar to the far reaches of the earth once again.