We’ve lived here on the Eastern Shore of Maryland since 2000. This is a wonderful place to raise
children. And many of my favorite Eastern Shore Experiences about which I’ve blogged, had to do with
activities done with my children.
I’ve also been lucky enough to contribute a couple articles to Mindie Burgoyne’s site,The Travel Hag.
Her site is a jackpot of interesting articles on exploring the Eastern Shore.
Articles for Mindie included a piece entitled
This tourist destination happens to be right across the street from me and really, well, neat.
Another piece I wrote for Travel Hag was on the Foundry, the Arts Council’s headquarters and the encompassed art gallery all contained in Denton’s Arts Council House. Called ‘Denton Foundry is an Art-full Dollhouse’ , the house is also located in downtown Denton, MD.
Breathtaking heartbreaking October, how I love/hate you so. You come in so nonchalantly. I rose to my own yearly challenge of daily posting 31 days in a row and threw in a creative bootcamp on top. Then the family fun began. We had Family Fall Fun with play places and festivals, a trip to the hospital, a trip to the pumpkin patch, and then Halloween to end it all with a bang. Soaking up the air and the sun and the explosion of color and beautiful light before we are herded indoors to huddle around fireplaces and creatively bide our long dark...read more
Drove a different way to Lewes, Delaware. And I saw the Eastern Shore of Maryland again. Beauty shops and auto part stores. Proverbial poverty along the railroad tracks. Great hope and big fish in a small isolated decaying pond. Salt marshes, wealthy mansions, haunted abandoned shacks, and a great naked tree trunk, a monolith and monument to a hope for prosperity long gone. Travel away from my place and I start to see again. I thought about how America is made of lost souls with abundance issues. Escaping poverty of their lives and the lives...read more
As Summer is finally coming to an end, I offer up a few thoughts, memory bits, and photos of us squeezing the last drops of fun we could have. First, a poem sent to me with a lovely card and feather from a new not too far away friend. The connections continue. Summerfest last weekend was the perfect celebration to an August we truly enjoyed. Eamon was a volunteer for the festival and got to play with legos while hanging out with the marvelous Judge Karen. Fiona was terrified and would not go into the bouncy thing on this day, Friday. But the...read more
Certain elements feel like Summer. Are almost necessary for Summer to achieve Summer-ness. There’s bubbles, fireflies, sparklers, s’mores, and “swimming”, which just means being in “woger” to Fiona. On the Shore here, Summertime means local food. Crabs, corn, tomatoes, and cantaloupe. And all activities related to obtaining these yummy ingredients. We went dip net crabbing once and had a blast. Visiting the beach can be a challenge with the onslaught of traffic but well worth the effort for a Wednesday...read more
The fields are full. The corn is tall and as I drive through them, it’s like navigating a labyrinth. Walls where there were none weeks ago, soon to be gone again after you get used to them. Through the open window, it smells different. There’s a sweet rot smell giving over to patches of dirty dank mildew. The sound of crickets and cicadas and happy birdsong fade in and out. I swoon and graze my vision on the Queen Anne’s lace and chicory lining the roadsides, an occasional late day lily and Black Eyed Susan joining the...read more
Last year at this time, I was asked by Susan Langfitt, Volunteer & Community Events Coordinator for Talbot Humane, to take part as an artist and decorate a chair for the Talbot Humane Society’s fundraiser. They raised 17,000 last year for the puppies and the kitties between their live and silent auctions. Again this year, she asked me to “paint” a chair and this year, it was a child’s chair to be auctioned off at the benefit auction. I said sure but then was so absorbed in teaching my blogging workshop that I ended...read more
My blogging workshop finally happened last weekend in musty little building back in the woods on the waterfront property in Easton, Maryland known as the Evergreen Cove. I arrived before the 9:30 start time and early enough to bake up a tray full of Pillsbury cinnamon rolls to smell up the place and then went to greet people at the door. Mr Gerald Sweeney, aka Mr. Gerry the current President of the Eastern Shore Writers Association, introduced me to my class of 15 with such fanfare and accolades, he made me laugh at how awesome I sounded. I...read more
Due to the very stubborn insistence of a very nice old man, I’m teaching a blogging workshop on the “art” of blogging on April 18th , 2015 (A past event now as it’s 2016) at the Evergreen Cove in Easton, Maryland. Presented by the Eastern Shore Writers Association, for which the stubborn old man named Gerry is the President, this is a 2 ½ hour workshop that will run from 9:30 am to Noon on that Saturday with a little break at around 11am. And I’d love for you to attend. I titled it “The Why is the How: Intentional Blogging...read more
If it’s Black Friday, shopping locally is on my mind. Happily, my gal Pama’s shop Moonvine will be open for her second Christmas season on Harrison Street in Easton, Maryland across from the Tidewater Inn. And like last year, I plan to do some of my Christmas shopping here. While visiting and gathering decorations for the Moroccan themed Christmas tree for Talbot Hospice last week, I took a massive amount of pictures so I could show you the magnitude of beautiful that is Moonvine. You should all be so lucky to have this sort of...read more
As the week comes to a skidding halt, I wanted to catch you up on all the wonderful creative endeavors which have passed and some yet to come. On November 3rd, I wrote myself a permission slip to create. I Instagrammed my crappy cell phone picture. The permission slip reads: “I hereby give myself permission to make art, To prioritize, schedule, and spend time making art. Because I need to make a change in my life.” I went on to say, “I needed to grant myself permission. And now that I have it, there’s no...read more