View From ThE Apple House

It’s a few days before Thanksgiving, a time when I become introspective, mindful of what I’ve accomplished and what goals I’d like to tackle next.  I welcome the opportunity for constructive criticism, striving to become a better person. Much to my chagrin, it has come to my attention I have been cursing way too much, Continue reading

I can’t remember exactly when I started doing it, but it became apparent to me I needed a calendar in order to survive the schedule of working full time and going to school. My Calendar is really a large desk blotter held on the side of my refrigerator with magnets in all four corners. Each Continue reading

History has a way of repeating itself, a fact of which I am mostly glad. It’s a good way to relive some parts of your life from the past, as well as perhaps correct something you might have overlooked.  When we are in the middle of things, its hard to see exactly what is going Continue reading

The young woman sat across from the not-so-young woman. “Do you have any regrets?” she said suddenly. They were finishing up eating their lunch and it was quiet since both had been very hungry. Not ready for conversation, it was a surprise and she nearly choked on her apple pie. The not-so-young one put down Continue reading

  I  laid quietly on my back in Savasana pose, sweat dripping down my face, into my eyes, and onto my mat, the result of ending another exhilarating hot yoga practice. The room is dark , the sound of the soft breathing of women laying just as still around me.  Our eyes are closed and we are encouraged to Continue reading

Be grateful for it all…. Continue reading

I’ve written many stories regarding the escapades of a dog named Riley. There’s been stories of imaginary animal characters, magical, talking creatures of the air and the land and of the sea, all living in the Kingdom of Doolittle with Emeline. I used them all as metaphors to display the immeasurable kindness of humanity and Continue reading

He wasn’t even my type.  He was fair skinned like me, with steely blue eyes and large, white teeth that took up most of his face when he smiled.  Which was often, I noticed.  He liked to laugh and dance, was light on his feet when he took me in his arms to jitterbug or Continue reading

Its still kind of odd for this city girl to wrap her head around the fact that I live in the country – and I mean the REAL country, where there are deer and snakes and skunks and chipmunks and (shudder) mice running around the backyard, not a suburban decorated with a country theme. Actually, Continue reading

STORIES FROM SANIBEL Another New Adventure The plane ride from JFK Airport was uneventful, save for a few herky jerky movements from turbulence. The way I overcame my fear of falling out of the sky each time the aircraft was buffeted was to envision the clouds as waves, and the plane (boat) was merely making Continue reading