Tomato Festival 2018

Here are some photos I took at this year's Tomato Festival in Lexington, Massachusetts. Wilson Farm has featured my photos before from various events on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook. If ever you're in Eastern Massachusetts and want a cool place to visit during Spring, Summer, or Fall, just Google them. It's easy to find and … Continue reading Tomato Festival 2018

Dazed, Confused, and Out Of Sorts

I'm running out of ways to describe my current state of mind. Earlier this week I had a different sense of self, and then I came home to discover I had lost my house key and the remote for the alarm. Thankfully, they were found and brought to "Lost & Found". I received a return … Continue reading Dazed, Confused, and Out Of Sorts

Every Witch Way, But Mostly Dead

Authors' Note: **POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING** Yes, the title is spelled correctly. Yes, it's intentional. Most of my weekends are spent doing things I'd rather not do. The weekends were once my refuge for sleep, quiet, peace, laughter, productivity, cooking, more laughter, and space. They are now filled with rushed moments, trying to pack a lot … Continue reading Every Witch Way, But Mostly Dead

Seven Days In Black & White: Day One

Yesterday morning, my friend Christy challenged me to post one black and white photo each day, for the next seven days. She's using me as her guinea pig. No people can be in these photos, and I'm not allowed to post a caption or an explanation. I'm only allowed to post the photo. This is … Continue reading Seven Days In Black & White: Day One

Stressful Sleepless Nights

I have long since passed "tired" and have reached a state of pure "painsomnia". No matter what I do, I am in too much pain to sleep properly, if at all. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, I'm not in the correct head-space to allow my body to rest as it needs to. It's twisted when anyone … Continue reading Stressful Sleepless Nights

Doubting Myself

All writers have moments when they feel unprepared. Me? On occasion I will say “I wish I were talented.” or “I can’t write this.” In other words, even the best of us have bad days. Or weeks. We all have a little doubt, or we’d be completely full of crap. I hold it in really … Continue reading Doubting Myself