Today I returned from my writing retreat at the Ft. Caswell Coastal Retreat and Conference Center in Oak Island, North Carolina. I appreciated that even though I'm not of the Baptist denomination, the facility is open to folks, like me, who are not. What a gorgeous setting on the 250 acres that was part of … Continue reading Artist’s Retreat: Ft. Caswell
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Remembering The Rawleigh Lady
Recently my son asked me about a tin of salve that his Grandmother Rosser once used. He remembered the distinct blue colors and lettering and had noticed the same kind of container on a display in an antique mall. "Yes, that was the miracle drug Medicated Ointment that she'd once sold as a Rawleigh products … Continue reading Remembering The Rawleigh Lady
Choosing Freedom
As we've moved past our July 4th Independence Day in the US, I'm reminded that we're now into the second half of 2025. During the first half of this year, I've found myself learning how to relax in the flow of life. Through most of my years, I've been a planner, goal-setter, and daydreamer about … Continue reading Choosing Freedom
Change Your Location, Change Your View
When I started taking fiction writing classes, one of the books that was recommended as a classic, must-read was Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. One of the book's take-aways was the value of writing in coffee shops -- like she did in Santa Fe. It helped the sometimes lonely work of a writer … Continue reading Change Your Location, Change Your View
Valentines: Characteristics of a Lasting Love
Today is Valentine's Day and the time of year I go back to Mama and Daddy's letters to remind me of their special relationship. I love pulling out the box of letters and seeing their handwriting as they maintained their steady flow of communication in the late forties. It wasn't easy to pick up a … Continue reading Valentines: Characteristics of a Lasting Love
Letting Christmas Go
I sit at my dining table looking out at my patio garden that is bare--except for the scattering of leaves I need to rake. Birds fly to my feeder, grateful that I just loaded it with a rich blend of seeds and peanuts, something to suit the taste of multiple species and the squirrel who … Continue reading Letting Christmas Go
Connie Rosser Riddle 