Potstickers and Pasta Dough

I’m on a dough shtick. Pasta dough, mostly. With a few dumplings thrown in. Okay, what are those things actually called? Dumplings? Potstickers? Momos? I have like ten different names for them in my head and everyone calls them something different and every time I say a name, I’m wrong. As you can tell, it…

Lost in the Mountains

I got lost this weekend. My boyfriend and I went up into the mountains on Saturday. We were heading for Chessman reservoir, up in the mountains. The plan was a picnic . . . roast chicken, sparkling cider, picnic blankets. I was planning on taking pictures. I didn’t take any pictures. We used Google maps,…

A Dozen Worlds

You know what’s crazy about being a writer? Especially one with a full-time job? The worlds I visit. When I first started writing, I had one story. One. I had fragments of others, of course. But one ‘project’. One world that occupied all my time. The characters that whispered over my writing desk and tugged…

Mountains, Mother’s Day, and . . .

23 pounds of fresh lasagna! Man, this was a crazy weekend. Anyone else feel like that? You’d think with social distancing and all that, the weekends would be more restful. You know, binge-watching, lying around on the couch, eating Cheetos and wondering when they’re going to let us out again. Okay, I’ve done my share…

A New Friend

I named her Pepper. Isn’t she pretty? Yep, I bought a car. Finally. If you remember in this post, I talked about my old car dying. Basically, the wheel broke off. So, that generally means it shouldn’t be driven anymore. At least, that’s what I hear. So, it was time for a new car. I…

Adapting

I was scheduled to go to a writer’s retreat this last week. Three days in a cabin in Glen Eyre, packed with good food, good friends, and a wonderful mentor. Long walks, gorgeous red rocks, sunsets, and laughter. Obviously, it didn’t happen. There are a lot of things getting canceled just now—for everybody. Flights, concerts,…

Howling at the Moon

This has been a strange week. Stranger than normal, I mean. Yes, I know, the whole world has been strange for the last few—millennium. But this week has seemed a little stranger than normal. From crazy warm weather to snow when I definitely didn’t want snow to changes in my work schedule to projects I…

Finding A New Normal

I’m working exclusively from home these days. I think most of us are, right? Those who can anyway. I’m so, so grateful to have a job that transferred to my house as easily and smoothly as mine did, and that continued to supply the same amount of hours that I’d been working before. Still, the…

Marshes

They left her to the marshes. That’s the rumor, anyway. The women in the kitchens whisper about it when they mop the floors, and the men tell the stories in the stable. I’ve heard it both places. It’s always the same. She spurned a lord, and the marshes took her soul. I’ve spurned my own…

Spring Is Late

Not really. It’s not late. It’s only March, and March still feels like an arctic tundra in Colorado. I’m ready for warm temperatures and days that are not windy and freezing. We’ve had a couple. One or two. I even worked outside on my porch one evening. With my jacket. For about fifteen, twenty minutes….