Happy Anniversary To Me!

This week marks my one-year anniversary with WordPress. As with most things these days, time has flown by and I can hardly believe I’ve been blogging for a year already!

During the past few months, I’ve also been writing my next book and therefore don’t post here as often as I had hoped.

So…..I think it might be time for a little change, a little shake up, which my mom would tell you never hurt anyone.

Instead of limiting my written posts strictly to overheard conversations, I will begin sprinkling in other ideas, musings and stories as they come to me. This will hopefully lead to an increase in the number of posts I make and widen my audience.

Everyone I’ve met and talked with through this blog has been so nice and supportive, and I’d really like more of that 🙂

I’ll have to give some thought to whether or not I’ll change the name of my blog, but for now I’ll leave it alone.

See you soon.


Imaginary Friends

There are eight of them this gray day, in the familiar common room with its fading flower print wallpaper; some sitting quietly lost in their thoughts, some with busy hands knitting or crocheting items that may or may not be worn by great-grandchildren, nieces or nephews who sometimes visit.

At six feet two in a sensible shoe, she towered over most teachers and all the students navigating the halls of her junior high school. With her head of tight orange curls and freckled skin, the sun had always been her enemy and mother had kept her inside, in the shade or covered from head-to-toe throughout her childhood. She never married. She has no children, grand children or great-grandchildren to make things for, so they are used to her silent, luminescent presence. Now, slumped in a wheelchair, her head topped with thinning blue-white pin curls and a face far more youthful than her years; unable to stand, not even sure of her height anymore, she suddenly interjects in her still strong voice, that: “As a child, I had an imaginary friend who used to get me into so much trouble.”

One head snaps up so quickly from the knitting in her lap that it startles another next to her who had been nodding off, and their eyes lock briefly, agree silently that “I always knew she was the crazy one”, before fixing their gaze on the speaker, who now has their full attention.