Coty family circa 1974 Thanksgiving has just passed on my calendar, but not yet in my heart. And I’m glad. This year, more than other years, I was acutely aware of the passing of time. I came across this old photo of my husband’s family that was taken around the time I entered the picture ...
Throw Open the Drapes!
Oh. My. Stars. I’ve just had an epiphany. A revelation. A break-through in understanding my oh-so-strange self. Early this morning I posted a funny piece about being recognized this week by a reader solely because of the crazy hat I was wearing (see my writer’s blog: www.gritfortheoyster-book.blogspot.com). I closed by asking my three readers if they ...
Creepy Crawly Memories
Reptiles. The word brings a shudder to some but they’ve actually always fascinated me.
I suppose growing up backdoor to a swamp in north Florida had something to do with that. I have very clear memories of gators in the pond (ducks and small dogs used to disappear back there) and snakes popping up in peculiar places quite often.
