Today’s message asks us to examine what we really need for happiness, the goal being, I presume, to get us to shift perceptions from seeing our glasses half full instead of half empty. So what do we really need for happiness? When I first asked myself this question, my answer was the pretty simple: Aside from health, which is not something entirely in my control, a roof over my head in a safe environment with…
Temptation– it’s been the bane of humankind’s existence since…well, since Adam and Eve ate of the forbidden fruit of the tree of life. I think it’s coded into human nature to want something you can’t/shouldn’t have. Alexandra and Sam are no different. In fact, they’re facing the perfect storm of temptation: A husband and wife who (they think) no longer care. So when they enter each other’s lives and listen—really listen—their individual bruised egos are…
Sam Herrmann is a 30-something accountant, married for more than a decade to Danielle (Dani). Their paths crossed one hot summer night when he was running laps for their college’s football team and she, a flutist in the marching band, was at band practice. They fell, and fell hard, for each other and have been together since. Now, a dozen years later, they have three healthy boys under the age of ten, and enough activities…
Alexandra Anderson is an only child, raised by a single mother who died too young, then shuttled off to live with a father who had preferred starting a second family over sticking with his first. Alexandra clearly has some abandonment issues, and marrying Ben – handsome, smart and filthy rich Ben who somehow saw something to love in the girl from the other side of the tracks – was her hope for a break…
(This blog originally appeared at Roses of Prose, September 2014.) Recently my writing life has taken a definite fall to the wayside. My son has been house/dog-sitting for the past few weeks at a friend’s home at the Chesapeake Bay. I should clarify. Her home is ON THE BEACH. For a transplanted Jersey (Shore) girl, the word “beach” is a homing beacon. I’m at peace at the beach. I can think at the beach. More,…
This blog originally appeared at The Roses of Prose where we’ve been exploring movie themes. To check out what my friends are writing, go here. This is a true story. I will use it in fiction some day. Until then, I couldn’t think of a better story to share for this month’s topic. It happened about 20-something years ago when I was a young mother and my sons were ages 8 and 4. My best,…
If you read my blog last week, you’ll know of my trials and tribulations attempting to have a fully assembled grill delivered to my home as a Father’s Day gift for my husband. (To recap, you apparently cannot order a fully assembled grill online and have it delivered to your home. You can have it delivered to your local store for assembly, or you can have it shipped, in parts, to your home. I inadvertently…