Rosemary’s Ramblings

A Rose by Any Other Name

  Twenty-two years ago, January 19, 1995, my mother passed away. There are still times when I think of things I must tell her or ask her, but then remember, I can’t. Memories of her are still triggered at unexpected times through unique events. In an earlier post, I...

Well, Hello Dolly

In an earlier blog post describing activities of our SolWritersGroup, I mentioned that each March we hold a Coffee House where we give public reading of short pieces by members of our Sol Sisters. We also serve homemade light snacks, sweet treats, coffee and iced...

Serendipity

Have you ever felt that something was just meant to be? Throughout the writing of my novel, and often when I was having doubts, I experienced several serendipitous moments that prompted me to carry on. I, of course, wanted to represent the proud and talented Haida...

On the Road Again

On the Road Again

          Our neighbor in Minnesota lakes country asked, “Are you two a pair of nomads?” He was teasing, of course, but indeed it does seem like we’re always on the road, going to and from our temporary home bases to attend family functions, reunions, business...

Birth of a Novel

Birth of a Novel

When I retired early from being a professor in Teacher Education, a colleague asked me what I was going to do now. I responded that I was going to go home and write trashy novels. Thinking I was joking, she laughed and said, “That’s a great story! Keep telling it!”...

The Loon Calls Him Home

The Loon Calls Him Home

It is July 24th, and I awake to the chatter of loons on the lake at our Central Minnesota cabin. Dawn is just breaking and something has disturbed the loons protecting their nests. Perhaps an early morning fisherman is racing to his favorite spot. Whatever it is, it...

Ask A Woman Over Sixty

Ask A Woman Over Sixty

When I was in my mid-fifties, I heard somewhere, probably on the radio on my way to work, “If you want the truth, ask a woman over fifty.” I was amused by the statement and sensed a tone of sarcasm from the announcer, insinuating that a woman of that age would be more...

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