I don’t write to be famous, I don’t write to be known, I write because I am and I want to be read. How sad to fill a room with paintings no one sees or play music no one hears. Writing is talking without sound, singing without score and dancing without movement and yet, it is all of them. It is a solitary art conjured from thought and expressed by the need to communicate.

HEAD SLAPS, SPEED BUMPS and LIGHTBULBS, one woman's WTF, oops and ah-ha moments of life.

They were published once, and as every writer knows, once is not enough.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

A free slice of ham

My Enough Said column in the new Times newspapers, a division of The Day in New London, broke. Because the coverage reaches north of the Connecticut River all the way to the RI border I felt a bit sad that my readers south of the river won’t get to read it. A bit of regret kind of tinged my decision to take the column to a larger market until the day after it came out. If I had any doubts left they were allayed yesterday.

Friday I felt like a celebrity. At work, because half the staff lives on the other side of the river, all I heard about was how much they liked the piece. Three people even brought in copies for me, how sweet. But yesterday that was the clincher.

An aunt, I haven’t heard from in ages, read my column in her paper and emailed me. She asked if I minded that she toot my horn. She’s emailed the online component in zip06.com to a ton of family, many of which I haven’t seen in years. Their emails are like a virtual family reunion, it’s great.

I can’t figure out how to shorten the link and I can’t remember how I posted some of my other columns over on the right. Which illustrates to me, no matter how big my head gets, it's still hallow. If you are so inclined, read and enjoy. My writing won’t save the world and I am under no illusions that it is great American literature; it’s like the thin sample slice they give you at the deli. It ain’t steak or bologna, it’s a slice of my life...ham.

This switch was relatively easy because I’m not one who handles change easily. So far I’m likin’ it, I’m likin’ it a lot.
How do you handle change?


  1. So savvy with the link ma dear. I loved the article! Smoke not included.

    1. OMG you are so freakin' funny.
      I MISSSS you.

  2. Very nice! Honestly, I figure if you are making progress and enjoying what you are doing, then it's all good.

    1. Absolutely.
      My dad, the most positive and genuinely funny guy I have ever known used to make a comment to everything as ,"that's the way it is." Good, bad, or indifferent, we'd say his mantra right along with him and laugh because he said it so often.
      Progress, enjoyment, (and a few extra bucks to boot), like you said, "then it's all good" and ode to my dad "that's the way it is."