Jen’s words perfectly describe how a lot of us New Englanders feel about this time of year, especially those of us who are struggling to live in the moment and not let anxiety get the best of us. Yes that’s me, especially as I pause between career opportunities (aka laid off).
A few minutes after the finish line, and I’m still alive!!
I know, I know. I have not posted a darn thing of interest all month. But things have been a little more hectic than usual between all the bases being covered. But two great things to report
1 – I started seriously writing my next book, which will be YA/Middle Grade with a working title of ‘Don’t Call Me Poundcake.” More details this weekend. I am very ready to start this new writing adventure and can’t wait to share it with you all.
2 – I finished my first 5K Race this past July 3rd at Gillette Stadium in Foxboro Massachusetts, home of the New England Patriots, and now, me. I almost croaked in the pounding 90 degree heat as we ran around the stadium, up every ramp and then down every ramp in the darn thing, but I made it, thanks to these 49-year-old legs and tons of support from all of my friends and family. Here is a survival pick of Jeremy and me after the race.
Love to All and I will be catching up with my blog posting and reading this weekend.
Hope everyone in Nemo’s path is safe and warm. I just took Super Beagle Trudy out for a walk and while the snowfall allowed me to experience strong feelings of solitude, peace and serenity, it also temporarily blinded me when my hood slipped off my head for a moment. Wiping my eyes with my snow-caked sleeve didn’t help much. Luckily we only had to duck one plow and I had my trusty flashlight. But this storm, like so many others, just amazes me with its power over all us earthlings.
I know I haven’t been posting much lately, but I have been putting the final touches on A Girl From the Hill and just uploaded it to the publisher. I designed a cover and I’d love to get feedback. What do you think? If you can’t open this let me know…
Finding this blog post is the best way I can think of to end Labor Day 2012. A terrible slice of our country’s history, and one we’ve learned from, though many countries still have not caught on. Takes “Suffer the little children” too close to home- especially for New Englanders.
Check out the photos- this is just really well done.
Federal Hill neighborhood, Providence, Rhode Island. Plaza with restaurants off Atwells Avenue (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The Italian American Historical Society provides information and entertainment about the Italian American heritage and culture in Rhode Island . There is more to Rhode Island Italians than Federal Hill and Providence and the society sheds light on it all. They sponsor wonderful events, provide scholarships and are a very active with all things Italian.http://www.iahsofri.org/