My first night in Michigan, I had a dream in which I took the same roller coaster ride over and over and over again. A friend of Hook’s was at the festival with me, which I’ve learned from previous dreams usually means that Allan is somewhere nearby. In the last months of Hook’s life, this … Continue reading Out of Dixie and into the Hand
Choosing One Another Part II
Originally, this Part II was only going to be about my real life date, but I decided to include something else that occurred here on the Outer Banks which is much more important. First: The Date, Post Hook A few weeks ago, I watched a stranger on the beach from inside the house, hoping to … Continue reading Choosing One Another Part II
Choosing One Another
Seems each time I started a blog post in the last two weeks, I was wonderfully side-inspired for my book in progress, working title 'Down Under' (aka 'In The Land of Oz'). I figured, the best way to give an update was to offer a peek at the non-love, love story of Ava and Daniel, loosely based … Continue reading Choosing One Another
The Evacuation Sabbatical
I do not think the words, “evacuation” and “sabbatical,” should ever, ever be tossed around together. And while I’m on all the things that should not happen during a sabbatical, learning about coastal flooding would be another. I drove in from Texas seven weeks ago to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I must admit … Continue reading The Evacuation Sabbatical
The Wampum Shell
Just because there is a hurricane and it's pelting down rain and the cat is freaking out and I've evacuated the first cottage ... all of that is no reason to stop creating, especially as it's possible the things I left behind may very well float away before midnight. I sit in the first evacuation … Continue reading The Wampum Shell
Riding out Joaquin in Kitty Hawk
This morning, I was supposed to be on the road driving away from Kitty Hawk toward the Chesapeake Bay Bridge for a scenic water crossing into Maryland. From there, the plan was to continue a route into New Jersey and eventually Greenwich Village in New York to attend a writers’ conference that I’d impetuously registered … Continue reading Riding out Joaquin in Kitty Hawk
Everything I Own
When I woke up this morning, it was still dark. I looked at my phone wondering if it would read 2:10 in the morning. Nope, 4:52. Somehow this was the pass I was subconsciously hoping to receive: That I wouldn't automatically awaken at the time of his death every September 3rd. Before falling asleep last … Continue reading Everything I Own
Writings By Rosemary 