-
Continue reading →: Fall from Grace
She was a woman of many circles, rounded and full, her body firm and warm. Standing no more than five feet high, a distance matched by her circumference, she was a modern Venus of Willendorf with her large breasts and mounded stomach that tapered down to her dainty feet. She…
-
Continue reading →: Morning Walk
A grey man in torn jeans rearranges the contents of the shopping cart to accommodate the cardboard box that served as his mattress during the night while he waits for the woman in a raggedy skirt who emerges from the port-a-potty and opens a gaily striped umbrella. Holding it aloft…
-
Continue reading →: Three Laws of Financial Management
Because of the economic challenges of the times, I thought I should I share my hard-earned understanding of the world of money and finance. My first law of financial management is extra money generates more bills. For instance, get an extra couple of hundred in the bank and you can…
-
Continue reading →: The Immigrants
I never knew my father’s parents although I saw pictures of them and heard a few stories. They and their three sons had immigrated to America from Italy around the time of the First World War. When they arrived at our hometown, there were other Italian families waiting for them.…
-
Continue reading →: Left Behind
I arrive at the park and put my lawn chair in the shade of an oak tree along one of the walking paths that circle the dog park. A youngish girl with a beagle, its tail wagging vigorously, approaches. After they enter the fenced enclosure, the hound darts from one…
-
Continue reading →: The Housemaid
Her name was Eleanor and our two families had lived next door to each other in a small Pennsylvania town for as long as I could remember. She was perhaps 15 years older than me and there were few interests we had in common. She was a cheerful person with…
-
Continue reading →: That’s Enough!
A while back I went with a friend to hear a local potter talk about her work. She was exceptionally articulate about her process and vision, and the small audience was very receptive. Pottery is one of the oldest art forms and the kiln is the tool of alchemical transformation…
-
Continue reading →: How Cute is That!
The one great similarity between having children and having pets is the overwhelming urge to tell other people how cute, smart or talented they are. As I’ve mentioned before my cat Sweetie Pie wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer so I am left to sing her praises in the…
-
Continue reading →: Love & Justice
When I pick books to read, I am much attracted to the slim volumes for I know these writers will usually get to point, tell their story and finish. I no longer have the time or patience to slog through 400, 500 or 600 pages of introspective musings or stream…
-
Continue reading →: Art & Baseball
People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring. Roger Hornsby As my Dad used to say, “Not every hit is a home run.” Okay, okay, he didn’t really say that, but…
Hello,
I’m Marie
I’ve gathered together a variety of stories, essays, anecdotes and observations I’ve written over the years. I hope you find something to enjoy!
Let’s connect
Join the fun!
Stay updated with our latest tutorials and ideas by joining our newsletter.
Marie Taylor, Ink 