The Village Adroit

On this balmy January morning in New England, (FYI: "balmy" means it was 26 degrees since that felt like "spring" compar...

No, the ninjas have not taken over my blog. I asked them to come as ambassadors for my ninja because we keep our batteries outside of the d...

As I began going through everything I own (again), attempting to cull possessions even further in a quest to remove those "invisible ba...

Often, she leaves us adrift. We are in the doldrums with no wind in our sails. Writing prompts don't work. The canvas before us is white...

Last year, I read a terrific book entitled Throw Out Fifty Things , by Gail Blanke. I kept track of what I tossed and created a newsletter o...

We're just over two weeks into 2011. The year has been challenging (that's the word I chose before, right?) to keep it brief. I won...

Just yesterday, a friend posted on FB her frustration with radio and magazine personalities and their comments on women's bodies. Speci...