Because today I need puppies…

With the world full of drama, sometimes, I just need to stop and enjoy the simple things in life. Love our Mr. Fili!


Because it is 30 degrees in NH…

Dear Universal Orlando,

I long to walk on green grass instead of inching my way across frozen ground. And the sun…I miss the sun. I feel my Vitamin D melting away as the snow hardens. So today, I will stare at our memories and pretend to feel the warmth bake my skin.

p.s. I need a dose of butter beer!

Though no man, no matter how great, can know his destiny…

“Though no man, no matter how great, can know his destiny, some lives have been foretold, Merlin…Arthur is not just a King-he is the Once and Future King. Take heart, for when Albion’s need is greatest, Arthur will rise again. It has been a privilege to have known you, young warlock-the story we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men.” (From

Through the sea of 2016 celebrity deaths, I reminisced on their lives, roles, and the legacies left behind. Never have I posted about a such a death, but John Hurt’s passing provoked something different. The series, Merlin, came at a time when my family needed inspiration. My youngest daughter and I shared so many wonderful times watching young Merlin’s adventures, and I will always be grateful for the escape Merlin offered.

Rest in peace, Mr. Hurt.

(And God please watch over Sir Ian McKellen and Sir Patrick Stewart!)

Italian Inspiration


Aromas dance along the docks,

Gently caress spirit to thought.

Water glistens aglow with light

Inspiring my muse while I write.

Visions abound to move the soul

Timeless eloquence while I stroll

Red wine and gelato delight

Holding me captive by moonlight

But, never a sweeter taste will be,

Than sunrise over Lago Maggiore

By Susan Cunningham

On the shores of Lago Maggiore at the Hotel Cannero

Breathe, Live, Write

Every once in a while, I need a little inspiration of my own. Two years ago, I wrote the below post about how I had set aside my writing for every one of life’s excuses.  Even though I found my way back, I have begun to feel the weight of chaos once again creeping over me.  But, I will persevere, and I will continue writing because to not write is to not live.


When I try to explain to friends and co-workers why I write, the meaning is lost. Questions such as “Aren’t you too busy?” or “You should be relaxing instead?” are often asked.

The answer to question number one is absolutely. This is my first blog post in almost five months due to an insanely full schedule. I work full-time, attend college (only 5 classes left before I graduate, yeah!), am married with two children, have a three-year old granddaughter, and a brand new granddaughter born almost two months premature, but doing wonderful.

Why do I still write? The answer is simple: I have to. Writing is like breathing. Without the flow of words I choke. So, I find time (or make time), no matter what the distraction.

Today’s distraction is an intensely cute puppy chasing my fingers as they fly over the keyboard. I also have my sweet little granddaughter asleep on my chest, her breath rising and falling in rhythm with my own. But, still I write. Lost in the beauty of both natural creation and artistic bliss. Writing is life; the air I breathe; the food that fulfills my soul.

There is always time to write, and some of the best work is born from our distractions.

“When surrounded by darkness look for the light inside you.”

When my youngest daughter was ten, she drew me a picture that I still keep at my desk. Included in the simple drawing of a happy face lost within a sea of crayon scribbles were the wisest words I have ever known. Her wisdom has been a guiding light through many bad times. This week, I learned my father has cancer. Her words have once again provided me hope. Twenty years ago, I lost my mother to  cancer, and as my family once again embarks on this horrible path, I will continue to look for the light.

“When surrounded by darkness look for the light inside you.”

How many months until camping season?

As the snow falls outside, our family counts the days until the next camping season!

Last summer, we plunged into RV ownership and the joy of rustic weekends filled with relaxation. So far, our only regret has been not discovering the RV world sooner. During our last night of the season, we were blessed with a visit from a fire wolf. What a beautiful way to end our camping journey for the year.