Why Once a Time a Time?
I’ve always done a lot of thinking - and a lot of remembering - in this brain of mine. I share the fruits of that thinking most effectively in writing, often in the form of stories.
When I was a little girl, before I’d learned the art of writing, however, I would avail the adults in my life with my stories and I’d begin with the (obviously misheard but adorably uttered) words, “Once a Time a Time…”
Category Archives: Memories
It was our distinct pleasure and privilege to be treated to a family vacation last year to Playa del Carmen, Mexico by my wonderful and generous mother-in-law, Sharon. I haven’t shared many photos from that thrill-of-a-lifetime adventure, but this week, … Continue reading
Once a time a time, a young girl grew up in a house with a mom, a dad, a slew of siblings and a widowed grandma. Every Friday, that industrious grandma would bake loaves of her signature bread (also known … Continue reading
One year ago this very day, we brought home our newest feline friend, whom we named Eggs Benedict. We’d had the name chosen for years (it’s based on a character mentioned in an old Woody Allen standup comedy bit) – … Continue reading
This article is very interesting (albeit not very well-written) and confirms that which I already know to be a fact… It brings up something to which I can strongly relate – the importance of writing in my life. I’ve always … Continue reading