A Night in Music City
To say that I rarely venture into Nashville anymore is an understatement. Commuting 100 miles a day for over a decade took care of that desire. But to see Andrea…
Weathervanes and Chimneys: Exploring Oxford, recollections of Bath and Stonehenge
A look back through a few journal entries . . . Entry 1 June 16, 2012: OxfordToday, my first trek to special collections. An edge of not knowing the procedure…
The Flag
After visiting our brother at his health care facility in central Missouri, my sister and I decided to drive around the (population 1391) town. As we approached a Halloween-decorated front…
I’m Not my Mother yet
It was my last night in the hotel. I would be spending the next night, my last in London, with Trish Vining, at her upscale Bermondsey flat on the south bank…
The Queen in Edinburgh
an author always takes notes view of Arthur's Seat Canongate Kirk Crown of Scotland
This one’s personal.
Today a Facebook post sent me on an odyssey,and when I found this painting, I thought, “a sign.” https://marlafaith.com/women-oil-paintings Time to write about this. It's a good one. For some…
Our Mackinac Island Scattering
I am waiting for my Nashville jewelry repair to open. Two delicate opal stones fell out of a beloved vintage ring I wear with my wedding band and two stones also…
“Got to get you into my life”
I was alone, I. t ook a ride I didn't know what I would find there Another road where maybe I could see another kind of mind there then suddenly…
Scattering Ashes
for mom & dad By the time this piece is published, I will be back in my Mustang convertible, that was my mother's, this time heading north to my hometown,…