A Writer’s Vacation

As I step outside the Boston airport, my brown leather writing suitcase and I are greeted by familiar sounds, smells and a cool New England breeze on a busy Friday afternoon. As we continue to find our way to the big blue Brockton and Plymouth bus, the thick Boston accents that we continue to hearContinue reading “A Writer’s Vacation”

Farewell August

“Pink sky at night sailor’s delight; pink sky in morning sailor’s warning.” I look to the mixed-pink summer sky watching the sun set to the west here on the East Coast. As the soothing sky blushes for its admirers — immediately I can only think of the sailor’s rhyme my father used to enthusiastically tellContinue reading “Farewell August”