Happy March! Spring will arrive in a few weeks, we’ll enjoy all kinds of weather from snow to summery temperatures. We’ll celebrate the Ides of March, St Patrick’s Day, March Madness (if you care about such things) the Vernal Equinox, and, wait for it (you’ll have to, it’s the final day) my birthday. Within these […]

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  • March 1, 2017 - 8:55 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - A fascinating tour Nancy. The sausage taste testing is hilarious! I think you were ahead of your time for an eleven-year-old wanting to go to Chinatown for your birthday! Love the steamed pork buns and prepare them at least once a year. I also love New York Chinatown, possibly even more than San Francisco. Happy Birthday, month. We are filled with them in our household!ReplyCancel

    • March 1, 2017 - 8:58 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Peggy, I’ve never made them, and since my daughter gave up meat I’m even less likely to make them just for myself 🙂ReplyCancel

  • March 2, 2017 - 12:24 am

    Melony - I just LOVE Pork Buns! I have a few on offer close to where I work, but I treat them as an extravagant treat, because carbs are evil or something. Happy birthday month to you!ReplyCancel

    • March 2, 2017 - 8:56 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - I can get them a few places here, but none are as good as the ones I remember!ReplyCancel

  • March 2, 2017 - 2:46 pm

    Donna-Louise Bishop - Aw I’m so pleased to read about how much you enjoy your birthday. I was really transported there with you! I would have loved more descriptions of the smells though, I bet the food smelt gorgeous. Great Job!ReplyCancel

  • March 2, 2017 - 5:39 pm

    Ellen - Happy birthday month!! I love this trip down memory lane and that you ended by saying you still connect Chinatown with birthdays.ReplyCancel

    • March 2, 2017 - 5:40 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Ellen. We’ll see how this journey goes. They may not all be this cheery…ReplyCancel

Gravity is the enemy, and the insistent lover constantly pulling us towards her, leaving her mark on all of us as her husband, Father Time sits by her side laughing. We beg for more time and less gravity because we are vain and foolish. There is no escape from either. All we can do is […]

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  • February 27, 2017 - 8:48 pm

    Dyanne @ I Want Backsies - Gravity also seems to hold me close to the ground once I get down there. I can’t get up easily anymore, and it makes me feel soooo old!ReplyCancel

    • February 28, 2017 - 8:46 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - I know, when it’s time to sit on the floor I do everything I can not to. I can get down, but getting up… UGH.
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  • March 1, 2017 - 8:03 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Little behind on the week, but great title Nancy, and so true. Fun story. Or, as the Asians would say, it is great luck to get old, I’ll go with that one, especially when elements of gravity are so hard to control.ReplyCancel

I have over 100 unfinished posts in my drafts file. They are in various states of completion, some no more than a title or a few lines, others much longer, but lacking something. I have a reminder hanging up that reads “What is the story you want to tell?” I ask myself that question so […]

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  • February 22, 2017 - 8:15 am

    Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - This is just beautiful, Nancy. I’ve found myself in those 4AM moments staring at the drafts of unfinished stories so often. You describe what I’m sure so many of us feel at some point or another.ReplyCancel

    • February 22, 2017 - 8:16 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Thanks Lisa. I struggled all day yesterday working and reworking and coming up with nothing good…
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  • February 22, 2017 - 9:35 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Interesting and insightful post-Nancy. I never wake up at 4 am but can understand your struggles on working and reworking the words and stories within. I understand your circuitous route though do think this type of journey is sometimes out of a person’s control depending on life circumstances. I have done things needed to be done at the time, and even with a true heart to contribute, and the right personal tools, the ugliness that surrounded me made me realize that although required to stay with it at the time- the fates assured it was not for me. I suspect you understand this too.
    Great reflection piece for everyone. Thanks for sharing.ReplyCancel

  • February 22, 2017 - 7:56 pm

    Danielle - I love the line about everyone moving in a linear fashion and you losing your map. Maybe those of us who are lost have the best stories to tell 😉ReplyCancel

  • February 23, 2017 - 3:45 pm

    Melony - We are all unfinished works. I too have so many pieces that remain unfinished, both fiction and nonfiction. The stories I really want to tell always seem trite and rather inconsequential when I finish them, so they sit on my computer until something hits me that makes me look at it from a different perspective than the original post. I read something once from Stephen King, though, that said not to write down every idea that comes to mind. It’s the ideas that consume all your waking thoughts that you should write. I’ve been following that for ages now, and it helps me reducing the number of unfinished projects.ReplyCancel

    • February 23, 2017 - 3:46 pm

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Great advice! Did you get my email?ReplyCancel

  • February 26, 2017 - 12:04 am

    yeah write #307 weekly writing challenge kickoff - […] addressed the incomplete posts in her drafts folder in her essay, Unfinished. This week’s prompt up is: “It’s been a while since I woke at 4 […]ReplyCancel

I will always associate Cherry pie with Washington’s birthday. I grew up on the story of George Washington chopping down the cherry tree, then admitting to the crime when his dad confronted him with the famous (though fictional) line ‘I cannot tell a lie, I chopped down that cherry tree’.  Today is National Cherry Pie […]

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  • February 20, 2017 - 10:55 am

    Peggy Gilbey McMackin - Oh what wonderful nostalgia you bring back Nancy! How I loved those cherry pies surrounding George Washington’s Birthday… and one year, in particular, the grocery store was selling just baked small cherry pies for fifteen cents each, I think my mom and me had two each! Last week someone and I were talking about the head silhouettes of Washington and Lincoln that everyone used to tape to their doors! Talk about days of savoring the basics! Thanks for sharing!ReplyCancel

  • February 22, 2017 - 8:20 am

    Lisa @ The Meaning of Me - Cherry pie is my hands-down all-time favorite. But. I refuse to eat cherry pie that is made with the canned filling stuff with all the red dyes in it. Ugh. This looks so easy and so good – cherries, sugar, crust. What’s not to love? I may need to try your recipe this weekend…ReplyCancel

    • February 22, 2017 - 8:50 am

      nrlowell@comcast.net - Lisa, it’s pretty easy! I must confess my favorite pie is blueberry-lemon, and I always use frozen wild blueberries. And instant tapioca is my favorite thickener!ReplyCancel

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