Constant Changes

2019 has been a busy year so far. One of my major goals for 2019 is to making writing a main focus.So far I have done good job of keeping that promise. Lately my writing had been limited to my notebooks and guided journals. I figured it was time to check in and write aContinue reading “Constant Changes”

Seasons Changing

So here we are, almost halfway through the week already. I never used to believe the adults when they said as you got older time went by fast. They were right. All around us the leaves are changing, the weather is getting colder. I still can’t believe the Summer is gone. We are getting readyContinue reading “Seasons Changing”

Meetinghouse Night

The dirt drive leads as it always has to The Meetinghouse. Many years ago the townsfolk took the building and swiveled it using man power and teams of oxen. While it has been turned, the building still stands on the top of the hill near the graveyard. It still stands on its footprint, but itContinue reading “Meetinghouse Night”

Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.

It was Sunday afternoon, and we were looking for nothing more than a meal and a place to lay our heads.  The weekend seemed to have passed us by in a colorful blur. I cannot say I regretted it, but at the same time I felt guilty that I did not write more. I gotContinue reading “Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.”

Small Town, Big Dreams, and Realizing Where I Belong

back to Fall. The sun starts to set on the Connecticut River, and shadows begin to move across the fields. We continue our way along, driving over broken pavement. As the car hugs the twists and turns, I look out the window. The road snakes back and forth, as the river meanders quiet and smoothContinue reading “Small Town, Big Dreams, and Realizing Where I Belong”

The Comming Of Spring

With these warm past few days, it is hard not to turn our thoughts towards Spring. I love winter, yet I am looking forward the transition. The change in season brings us a host of new things. In New Hampshire we have long drawn out Winters. By their end, even Winter enthusiasts are ready forContinue reading “The Comming Of Spring”

Dirt Road Winter

Dirt Roads are something that so many people have forgotten about. To some they simply do not have a place in our high tech world. Dirt Roads are off the beaten path, but as I have grown older I have realized that is where I belong. I am a contemplative soul that enjoys isolation. IContinue reading “Dirt Road Winter”

Feels Like Home

Ed and my father still hadn’t pulled all the bolts off of leaf spring on the truck. They sat on the ground puzzling out how to get the thing out. I figured I had some time to waste. I put on the orange sweatshirt my mother had pulled from the closet, and made my wayContinue reading “Feels Like Home”