Hi everyone, just a quick…

Hi everyone, just a quick ‘Best wishes’ to all and hoping wherever you are in the world you are all safe and well. Our UK news is a bit iffy at the moment. And recent weather affecting devices and internet and things like that. Seems generally very quiet online when internet is available but understandable given recent world circumstances. Hopefully all areas will recover when storms and circumstances ease and look forward to catching up with you all again soon. bye for now.

Who Are the People in YOUR Neighborhood?

Sesame Street asked us that question: Who are the people in your neighborhood, the people that you see each day? When inspiration dries up and the muse refuses to answer your desperate knocks, maybe you could answer that. Maybe you could write about the character-strands that weave together the everyday tapestry of your life.


Who DO you see every day? Is it family, people who, related by blood or tied in some other way, share your home? Is it a person who lives next door, down the street, through the yards to the back?

Or is it someone that you work with, our work-lives, in 2017, creating that tapestry of friendship and proximity more than our home addresses?

Does academia fill your daily radar screen? Is there a shop you hit so often the clerk has become a friend?

Describing those who populate our lives can be a way of revealing, by extension, who we are and how we live.


The special things about our everyday people show the way we operate in that everyday situation. If, every time you venture out into the brick patio  of your backyard, a neighbor slips over to say hello, that tells something about your neighborhood. Does the person come with glad tidings? Does he always share ominous news? Is she intent on nudging you to mow your lawn, move the old car, cut the stubbly bushes? Or–are they friendly people who enjoy your company and care about the way your day played out?

At work, does your boss pop in frantically every time HIS boss emails him a new charge? Or are you part of a team that works together in well-oiled fashion, everyone embracing the challenge, moving forward to get ‘er done? Do you have a customer or client who calls you darned near every day, someone you try so hard to serve with all your patience and compassion–and sometimes, during frantic, busy days, falling short of that goal? Whose footsteps coming down the hallway make you smile? Whose tread makes you wish your workplace had a secret exit?

Do you have a third place, someplace that is not home, and not work, but where you feel comfortable and visit often? Who else is there? Is there a thin man in the corner, intense and twitchy, pecking away at a battered laptop? Does the waiter, a young woman with dreads and fearsome tattoos, always smile broadly when she sees you come in? Does the manager make it a point to say hi?

Who ARE the people in your neighborhood–whether that neighborhood is the geographic area around your home, a place of work, a coffee shop, or a virtual environment you love to inhabit? Exploring the answers might just be your next great essay.


Trying to follow my own advice, here’s my blog post for this week: https://pamkirstblog.wordpress.com/2017/09/02/just-another-neighborly-day-in-the-beauty-hood/


Happy blogging, my neighbors in the WordPress Neighborhood!




Good morning, friends! I hope…

Good morning, friends! I hope your weekend is progressing nicely! I had the best adventure this week–one involving a big bargain, which is what my post is about today… I hope your adventures have been wonderful lately, too!



Good morning! Wondering if anyone…

Good morning! Wondering if anyone is in the path of the eclipse today, and how your August is wrapping up. I miss hearing your voices, and have been absent myself the last few weeks. Maybe we can liven up this space. I would love to hear just a few lines from you, telling what is happening in your world.


A Catch-Up Letter, Long Overdue

What if you had to write a letter, right here and right now, re-introducing yourself to someone you once held dear?


Let’s say you once had a very dear friend, the kind of friend you could talk to about anything. And life intervened, taking you in different directions, and your contact–at first fervid and frequent,–became leaner and more and more intermittent, until finally even the holiday cards dwindled and stopped. You missed that voice, that connection, but oh, your life was busy.

And years went by.

And then one day, you get a friend request, or a Twitter follow, and there’s that wonderful person! Back in your life, if only in a virtual kind of way.

But you decide, the two of you, to reconnect through handwritten letters. And you win the coin flip: you’ll go first.

What would you say?

Maybe you could start by describing the place in which you’re writing. “I’m sitting here in my dining room,” you might write, “and the morning sun is gentling in through the bay window. The house is quiet, and I’m ignoring a basket of laundry that needs to be folded. My crazy little dog is snuggled up next my feet, snoring deep people snores.”

Or you might be on the deck, in the sun, chasing an elusive morning breeze, or at your desk in your office, with the ringer on mute…But you write so that your recipient can picture your setting in the mind’s eye, and you can go on.

On, maybe, to more of the physical–would that dear friend know you today, passing on the street? “You’d recognize my hair,” you might write. “It’s still the same sleek auburn–but these days, I get it updated once a month at the hairdressers.” You might write about how your daily uniform has changed, the jeans and tees given way to khakis and polos or three piece power suits. That you’ve traded in stilettos or designer sneaks for comfortable working shoes. Are you plumper? Leaner? Bespectacled? Contact-lensed?

Now the person on the other end of the letter sees you, too.

And then you can go on to the important stuff–the beliefs you’ve shared, the values you hold, the things that make you happy.  “Remember how we used to say marriage was a bourgeois institution?” you might write. “Well, I’ve come to see its value…” And then you might describe the union that has brought you such unexpected happiness. You might write about what travel has taught you, and how you chose your current job and what you’ve learned from doing it.

You might write about beliefs you still hold dear, and how life has reinforced them.

And in the writing, you’ll share the people you call family, the passion that drives your days, and the things that bring you joy.

Then you might tell your friend what you remember most, what you loved best, about the old times. “Remember when we’d go to the ice cream shop on Sundays?” you might write. “We were usually a bit hung over, but the hot fudge would soothe us, and we would have long conversations, coming up with solutions that would save the world. We’d always end with a sigh, saying, ‘If only they’d ask for our opinions!'”

You add a few words, maybe of hope for reconnection, and you send that missive off, looking forward to a response. And you’re richer for having enjoyed the chance to think about who you are, what you value, how you’ve grown and changed.

What if you wrote a letter today to an old friend, reconnecting—even if that old friend is really younger you? What is it you would say?

#creative writing


Don’t Read My Blog!

Ever thought about why blogs die?

Well I did the other night. This is what I came up with:

Don’t Read My Blog

(I might be wrong of course.)

What do you think?

New year, same us.

We haven’t seen each other in a while, I hope you’re doing good.

#13wordstory #13wordsstory