Author: Margaret Coombs

Yesterday I pulled a book from my bookshelf, The World Treasury of Physics, Astronomy, and Mathematics, edited by Timothy Ferris and Clifton Fadiman, one I found years ago at the Library Friends Book Sale and had never opened since. Throughout the day it occasionally drifted into my consciousness, which, interestingly, felt similar to how a…

Three boys up to their necks in the lakelet the waves lift them. They came without adults. Their t-shirts make small puddles in the sand.

Yes, it’s a thing, a way to encourage, to practice creativity in one’s life I approach the meal with a vague plan to cook the family recipe for beans and rice. But an image of elbow macaroni in a pot of chili appears in my mind. Close enough. Good bye, rice. Now supper’s centerpiece is…

Cooking takes practice. My instincts are off, due to having just two of us here. No longer in full bloom, we don’t eat as much as we used to. In the past I cooked dinner every night except on Gino’s Pizza two for Tuesday nights, a marvellous family-oriented Athens, West Virginia, tradition. Today, cooking even…

I enrolled in one class and then another to learn how to kindly quest for clearer sentences, and such. I have no more use of these pushy paws, instead I intend to sensitize my pen, to query and collaborate, not dictate. Many thanks to the Editorial Freelancers Association for their array of courses and webinars.