I am still trying to process Cuba and Havana. But I will tell you I left a bit of my heart there. It began with a snafu with our room reservations that showed us the heart of the people of Cuba. We were without a place to stay for all of ten minutes. And our…
I haven’t even begun to download my photos yet – or unpack the memories of this amazing trip. So I’m stealing this photo from my traveling companion as a placeholder. I have tons of ideas for the book and I’ll write a blog post on our adventures as soon as I finish laundry, snuggle with…
When the world becomes too much, and thoughts are muddled, time alone is a necessity. Significant perspective and peace can be gained by hanging out with the dead. They understand the value of silence. #annieshortstories
I was walking along the beach when I looked up to see an old love running toward me. I was jolted. I looked into his eyes, unbelieving. He nodded a smile without any recognition. I was not surprised. Decades of life and thousands of miles separated us. And while he was precisely where I thought he would be, I was…
There is something about a winter sky. The incredible beauty. The pause. The anticipation. All things seem possible. Instagram short stories, follow along here or on Instagram: #annieshortstories
Magical things happen to me. And often friends are around to witness it. Take my latest trip to the mountains for a Holiday Festival. Small town. Lots of people. No parking. None. We drove around twice, when I stopped for Saint Nicholas to cross the street – no really, Saint Nicholas, complete with vestments, miter…
Underway – expected June 2019 TJ arrives in Boston and is quickly involved in a missing persons/art theft mystery A writer friend of mine shared some good information today and I wanted to share it here: … if you read something and enjoy it, you give the author a big gift by reviewing the book…
It could never work We are from two very different worlds Your family would never approve And you would never fit through my door. But, oh, what a kiss. @annieshortstories
Spookiest Halloween. I was in 6th or 7th grade, and my choir did an exchange with a choir in Lexington, MA. Choir families put us up in their homes. After the big Halloween party, my housemate/choir friend and I walked back to her house with a few other kids. It was pitch black out. The…
I wish this meant something other than I had a very rough week.
