Bare Boston

Today Paul and I went into the city to get lobsters for our wedding anniversary this weekend. We had planned to go to Yankee Lobster, but we ended up at James Hook. There was even a small parking lot there. Good, because it was showering a cold dampness. Happy to be inside with the nice people there. I was given a free red pen- she did not know I am a writer. Good, because I didn’t want to reach for one in the cup myself. A couple of people, in masks, of course, indicated by their presence establishment popularity. Just to be with them made us feel as if we were in Grand Central Station as compared to what we had become accustomed to lately! The bisque lacked lobster pieces, but, happy just to find a fish market open, I’d settle for nice people any day over unmet expectations.

We both know our way around the avenues, streets, ways, and one ways. I suggested stopping in at the North End before we would brave Chinatown for a duck on display in one of the markets. I could never quite understand why the lines were always so long at Mike’s Pastry Shoppe on Hanover Street. Today I found out when I donned my mask for the second time and within a minute had two puffy cannolis in a fancy box tied up with thin barber shop string. The ricotta cream was lighter than any cannoli I had ever eaten, and when I bit in, I could still taste a hint of the oil in the fresh, crispy shell. I went in and out, just like that. We moved on.

We had to circle to actually get to the right market in Chinatown. A policeman didn’t care for Paul trying to park right at the corner of a street in front of what I thought were ducks in the window. They ended up to be small loaves of bread and the amused young girl in the bakery had the help of a nice gentleman who pointed me right down the street to a restaurant store. I waited in a line of about five people, under my umbrella and when I got to the head of the line I nearly walked out, afraid they did not speak English. But before I could even move, the young chef asked me, “Do you want me to cut it up?”

We began our day trip to Boston @ noon and were back by 2:30, accomplishing more than I remember ever doing so in that amount of time. It would sometimes take us an hour just to get into the city from our home. But, these days…

How are we doing with those transformations?

Getting Through: Tales of Corona and Community

Hello Readers and welcome back! The 775 page novel I asked about in my last post is Middlemarch by George Eliot. I started out the year planning to complete the fast read-through of my book, The Cross of Silvana. I was close to the end when, of course, I got sidetracked by a foot sprain and had to finish Eliot’s masterpiece and return it to the library. Then, a quarantine….

Before I talk about how concerned I am now for everyone out there during this unprecedented era, I want to invite you all to check out another new book for which I am proud and humbled to be a contributing author.

Getting Through: Tales of Corona and Community is now available on by going to Books, Advanced Search, plugging in the title, and clicking on the book cover to scroll down through the product description. The proceeds will be going to the American Red Cross. It all came about when author, Gerald Elias decided he wanted to publish a Coronavirus anthology and called for stories.

Thank you all who have read my essay and liked it.

Anke and I spoke tonight on the phone. It was so good to hear her voice, and I believe that what we spoke of hereby needs repeating. During this sheltering in place, much of the world complains about being “imprisoned”, and, yes, it is hard. We all agree with that. And new. But, what if we used this time to explore new ways in which to deal with the way we have always done things, get to know the kids, just plain relax, or grow an unlimited amount of patience while we are quarantined? Maybe the world would surprise us and be an even better place than it was before. Gee, I think this happens to be the intent of our new book, too. Funny about that. No, not funny. We care about you. Please stay safe and healthy, but think this transformation stuff through. We’d like to hear from you about the new you!

700 Page Great American Novels

Hi, I was just thrilled to hear from my doctor that she recently read a 700 page novel and loved it. Anyone out there reading big books? I’m still into Little Women. I found out that this book was originally two. Big books have a whole lot more to offer! I need to find out the name of that 700 page novel. When I do, I’ll let you know! If you do before me, please let me know. Something like The Marsh…

A Perfect Beginning

I am proud that my first post on our new website found me in the perfect place for any writer to have been- the annual Writers’ Digest Conference that took place this past weekend in the Big Apple. I always considered New York to be the center of the literary world, and to have been a part of it was inspiration I liken to being a princess in a fairy-tale castle- only not with lavish ball gowns and pumpkin-like horse-drawn carriages, but with hands-on access to famous authors and literary agents who represent them.  All of the attendees of the conference received a free hardcover book by award-winning mystery author, Lisa Scottoline, and were able to meet her in person to have their book signed. Lisa was entertaining and powerful.

The conference opened uniquely with an orientation talk entitled, “Vulnerability is Sexy,” which encouraged open and spontaneous networking with your fellow authors from around the globe. Later on, I won a free T-shirt from them which reads, “Write Your Own Story.” This may be a good giveaway for my customers!

All the spacious conference rooms were on one floor of the New York Hilton Hotel. Classes rich with well-known speakers and essential information, as well as self-publishing firm exhibits were more readily available than any writers’ conference I have attended. With foot traffic flow always familiar and in close proximity, networking was in fact made easier.

Lines were never too long at the much-anticipated Pitch Slam where authors-to-be were afforded an hour’s time, with three minutes apiece to meet and pitch their books to New York literary agents and editors.

I look forward to keeping in touch with my new friends and associates, and I invite everyone to follow me on my website.

Laura Osborne