With bellies full and hearts settled, we set out to explore. We have a map but plan on using it only if we get lost. If you know where you are in relation to the sea, you should be alright. That was our plan and we stuck to it. We visited some antique shops in […]Read More We drive around, eat some fish, listen to music, talk to Newfoundlanders, and go to a dance.
After the initial concussion of our cottage by the bay, Carla and I are acting like we live there. We could do this – downsize and do it here. We don’t need all: the clothes, furniture, tchotchkes, appliances, whatever that we have. This is life simplified. This is life without pretense, life without malls, life […]Read More Watching the fog roll around and drinking wine.
We make our plans to head once more into the… yeah, right. (celluloidheroesreviews.com) Rested, fed, and eager to get going, we head out of St. John’s to the Burin Peninsula. This is the only place we go that I haven’t been to, so it will be a new adventure for me as well. This will […]Read More Once more into the breach dear friends, once more!
After our momentous arrival in St. John’s, daylight has finally arrived and we leave the hotel, but not before tipping generously the still on-duty, unbelievably helpful concierge. We grab a taxi and head over to the airport. It is still a bit too early as the car rental counters aren’t open yet, so we just […]Read More Hi Ho all over again…Part 2
In the estimation of my wife, I had become obsessed with Newfoundland. Yeah, alright, it’s true. (Could an intervention be far behind?) The two trips up there had been transformative experiences for me. Now that she had seen what I had seen, she wanted to go there. Who was I to argue? Planning the trip […]Read More Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to… (with apologies to Snow White and her minions, not to mention Steve McQueen).
As I started to round “Arn? Narn?” into the form of a book, I needed to get an idea of what interest it might generate. Of course, I believed in it, perhaps too much as a the parent of their first-born can be. The reality that it might not have any merit doesn’t enter my […]Read More Dear Mr./Mrs./Ms., Thank you…. The Creativity of Rejection Letters.
It brought her to tears…the fourth note..Read More It brought her to tears…the fourth note.
Art is arguably a singular endeavor. The writer and painter, poet and dancer, composer and photographer, sculptor and weaver, almost always do it in solitary. There are, no doubt, studies of this peculiar trait inherent in the creative class. It goes beyond right brain, left brain. It is a need which manifests itself in the […]Read More It brought her to tears…the fourth note.
Earlier I wrote about the new 3 “Rs” – readin, ‘ritin’, and rewritin’. I was soon to learn of the fourth “R” – rejection. (urbanmusewriter.com) (phillyschoolsearch.com) Ah, yes – this is the type of stuff that’s been going on since high school. The big difference here is that in high school I might not have […]Read More The Fourth “R”
(phdinparenting.com) As a writer, I’m a pretty good photographer. Conversely, as a photographer, I probably needed to go back to school, maybe even pre-school. I have always played well with others, but I didn’t like sharing. (Sorry for the digression.) Put a camera in my hands and I’m pretty fearless. Not war photographer fearless, but […]Read More The New 3 “Rs” – Readin’, ‘Ritin’ and Rewritin’