The body is fragile, and the mind is taxed to remember details, storylines, and even the simplest things that once came to mind without effort.
We live in a world where too often people are glued to their screens, they’re not getting outside, taking a walk, just living, just observing, just listening to someone else. See that’s the joy of being a writer. All of that is part of your job description. And in the end, you’re making sense out of “one damn thing after another.”
The Ancestry journey has been an exercise in “and the memory returns.” My father said that the Weideners came to Philadelphia prior to the Revolutionary War. “Weidener with three e’s is the real German spelling,” he insisted, not the Weidner and Widener as some spell it.
I’m always looking for new experiences and encounters. Or, selfishly, I’m looking to learn more about me, who I am. Since I’m on hiatus from international travel, I’ve been exploring my “backyard,” so to speak. I live in Pennsylvania. Delaware, New Jersey, and Maryland are all within easy driving distance. I suppose it’s not whereContinue reading “A Writer Explores Her “Backyard””
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