“Glamping” in the Laurel Highlands
Friends in the Sky- When you Cannot Sleep
I found it slightly annoying when my mother told me as a teen, that she could not go to sleep until I was safe at home from a date and in bed. I was only slightly touched that she cared. I thought she ought to put me out of her … Continue Reading Friends in the Sky- When you Cannot Sleep
A Writer’s Haven on Cape Cod
“No More Canoeing”
I didn’t want to hear my 80 year old friend’s response when I asked if he and his wife wanted to go canoeing. “The river is up in July- a most unusual occurrence. Will you come?” “No more canoeing.” he replied. As in “never ever again?” I thought to myself. … Continue Reading “No More Canoeing”
Blue Grass Night at the Kempton Rod and Gun Club- A Little Slice of Americana
Gratitude is a Mature Virtue
It was about the same time that my palms began to blister from squeezing the lopers closed over blackberry stems, striped maple, etc. after a few very slow miles into the morning. The same time that Todd nicked his leg with the machete as he swung it vigorously at the … Continue Reading Gratitude is a Mature Virtue
Be Careful What you Wish for
“What it Takes to be a Freelance Writer” Keynote at Penn State’s “Freelance-a-thon” Conference
Who Am I? I’m really an artist masquerading around like a writer. Or at least if you look at my formal education, over 4 years of learning as a fine arts-painter, attending Indiana U of PA and the Pennsylvania Academy of Art in Philadelphia, the oldest art school and one … Continue Reading “What it Takes to be a Freelance Writer” Keynote at Penn State’s “Freelance-a-thon” Conference
A Ceremonial Burning of the Sock Dolls- reposting
Mourning the Death of my Backyard Forest
I needed to get out of the house and stretch my legs, free my mind of words, after a day of editing, so I headed for the trails along the top of Red Mountain, the long ridge on which we built our log home 25 years ago. These are the … Continue Reading Mourning the Death of my Backyard Forest
Cindy Ross 