Veseventures

My daughter, M.H., moved here a year ago with her husband and daughter. It's definitely nice having them around, although I don't see nearly enough of my son-in-law or granddaughter. Such is life. One of the things I've really learned to appreciate about M.H. (among other things) is the way she can save money, and not just a little. She's been into saving as much money as possible; between couponing, looking at the deals in the local stores, and rebates, she's been able to save a bundle. She's also been after me to follow her example. I'm beginning to see how she does it. Granted, I doubt she'll end up on an episode of Extreme Couponing , but she does do a great job of saving. When M.H., B., and G. still lived in Rhode Island, M.H. would periodically call to tell me about her saving exploits. There was the time when she called to let me know I'd be receiving a rebate check. How so? I wondered. Turns out she had made out her shopping list, t...

Does life imitate art, or does art imitate life? Maybe a little of both. I've been getting back into the working groove. While looking for work - something very few of us like doing - I've come to realize that if I'm going to make any money writing, I really need to write. (Yes, I heard that. You were thinking, Well, duh! I was thinking it, too.) I also need to send the writing out to try selling it. Same goes for my photography. But let's get back to the writing... Much of my writing has a sliver of my real life in it. If you've ever glanced at my e-portfolio and read You Asked or Night Walk on the fiction and poetry page, you'll see art imitating life. Ditto for the poetry. Other short stories, such as Another Day In Paradise , have their start from something I've read. And other stories start with a dream. Most writers (and other artists) are like this, to some extent. I've always maintained that if you know an artist, it's best ...