Wordless Wednesday: A Cross in the Road

Posted on Jul 23, 2014 in news & muse, the world around me, travels, Wordless Wednesday


Photographed recently on an island in Blue Mountain Lake.

Wordless Wednesday: Fight Like A Girl

Posted on Jul 16, 2014 in news & muse, the world around me, travels, Wordless Wednesday


Photographed on the road in upstate New York. (Hey, I’d take that as a compliment.)

Wordless Wednesday: Green Moth

Posted on Jul 9, 2014 in news & muse, the world around me, travels, Wordless Wednesday


Photographed recently in the Adirondacks.

Semi-Wordless Wednesday: Lost or Abandoned

Posted on Apr 23, 2014 in news & muse, the world around me, travels, Wordless Wednesday

the lost ring

The past few weeks at Casa Art and Words have been spent traveling for spring break while battling an assortment of allergies, flu bugs, and colds. (Um, hooray?) In any event, I came across this ring on a surface in the Maryland House rest stop on I-95. I couldn’t help wondering whether it was lost or abandoned. (From the deliberateness of the placement, I suspect abandoned.)

The ring brought to mind that infamous six word story many attribute to Hemingway:

For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

In this case, I suppose the story could be:

A ring abandoned. A marriage ended.


Abandoned: wedding ring in Maryland House.

In other news, I hope you’ll check back here on Friday. I’ve been tagged by author Nancy Bilyeau for a blog hop entitled “Meet My Main Character”. Plus I’ve an update about THE LILY MAID. Mysterious and mysteriouser.

Snippet Sunday: A Visit to Highgate

Posted on Mar 2, 2014 in news & muse, Snippet Sunday, The Lily Maid, travels

Highgate Cemetery

Snippet Sunday is a monthly meme organized by Stephanie Dray in which historical authors post six sentence snippets of their novels. For the sake of organization, I’ve decided to post mine on the first Sunday of the month. You can read my previous snippets here.

March’s snippet is from the THE LILY MAID and is set in London’s infamous Highgate Cemetery:

On a late winter afternoon when the trees are bare and the sun golden, the twisty, hilly road bisecting Highgate Cemetery seemed a picturesque secret. As the road climbed toward the highest point in all of London, the burial ground was surrounded on both sides by ivy-covered walls and old growth trees. Perched within them I spied bird nests, optimistic for spring, and a scattering of buds upon green branches. Mama and I had never visited Highgate before; we’d chosen the less lofty Brompton Cemetery for Papa. If I didn’t know where I was, I’d believe I’d happened onto some part of Hampstead Heath that never made it into a Baedeker’s. This made what was about to occur seem all the more sinister.

The above photograph was taken by me during my visit to Highgate Cemetery to visit Elizabeth Siddal’s grave in 2010.