A friend recently lamented that she wished she was more creative. “I am so left brain,” she said. “Everything I do is regimented. I would love to lose myself in some artistic project.” She had retired about three years ago and needed some help in reinventing herself after a successful nursing career. That night—I doContinue reading “Revisiting “The Artist’s Way””
My definition of rejuvenation is spending five days at Fort Myers Beach with my good friend, Lois, walking the beach, watching sunsets, having one humongous scoop of ice cream from Kilwin’s each evening, and reliving the fun times we have had over the 45 years of our friendship. Like the time we decided to joinContinue reading “Rejuvenation”
I attended the North Carolina Writers Network Fall Conference in Asheville this past weekend. The Keynote Speaker was Charles Frazier (Cold Mountain) Frazier spoke of how he came to be published. His wife’s good friend was an agent. How lucky can you get? Sessions I attended: I. Screenplay: Fake vs Fiction with Maryedith BurrellContinue reading “NCWN Fall Conference”
My son-in-law and daughter left for a weekend in Chicago so he could run the marathon. I stayed at their home, watching three grandkids and the two dogs. It was good timing. My life, up to now, has mostly centered on promoting my first and only book. I have been doing little else. Stories fromContinue reading “Learning the hard way about book promotion”
I have been without my computer for four days so I didn’t work on today’s post. I didn’t have a computer to track any other posts that I could reblog. I didn’t want to scratch out a new post longhand. Maybe I could’ve been more aggressive or use my I Phone to pick up theContinue reading “Computer Crash”
This guest post was written for She Writes Blog on November 29, 2018. My book, Stories from the Tenth-Floor Clinic: A Nurse Practitioner Remembers, took me about seven years to complete. I couldn’t seem to rush the process. A mentor told me “the book will take as long as it needs to take to beContinue reading “What Was My Memoir Really About?”
I took Stein with me to Monkey Joe’s and settled into a black leather vibrating chair in an area devoted to parents, grandparents and other responsible adults while the men’s semi-finals at Wimbledon played on one TV screen and some guys tossed a basketball on the other. My three grandsons scampered towards the inflated jumpyContinue reading “BE GOOD TO YOUR READER”
I am empowered knowing age does not limit our creativity. James Arruda Henry learned to read and write in his mid-nineties. He didn’t stop there but went on to write a book: In a Fisherman’s Language. As a gerontological nurse practitioner and woman of a certain age I am delighted to promote his story.