Patty

Have you ever been gob-smacked by ageism, excluded from an event or activity based on age, or simply blanked out on how old you really are? This has happened several times over the past couple of decades, and I’d like to think it’s because I don’t feel my age, nor has my age ever limited […]

I am a Writer. I am a Writer. I am a writer. We are asked to begin every writing prompt with these words. Writing is a difficult task for most people and it’s even harder to proclaim “I am a writer” in written or spoken word.  Many of us are concerned we don’t write well

Patty finished the hundred-day letter and placed the pen on the table.  Her eyes fixed on the Christmas tree still shining brightly on January 13, 2025.  Who says a tree must come down before February?  In fact, one year, long ago, the tree stayed up until March. That was the year her daughter Erica accepted

I’ve been participating in a formal writing group since Covid when Rebecca Gold offered the free course, Corona Chronicles.  What a blessing it was and continues to be!  I’ve been involved with her offerings ever since. Rebecca offers two levels of classes, Writing Circle and Write Here, Write Now. The latter group meets every Wednesday

I’ve rewritten this piece a dozen times and have taken out most of the original content.  I’m having the hardest time because I don’t want to call people out, place blame, or sound preachy.  I’ve lived beside and with the drama and devastation that incurred in alcohol’s wake yet never took a hard stance against

Back in February 2024, I “liked” a man on a dating website while vacationing in Costa Rica. Ironically, he lived in Wakefield, RI, just ten minutes from my home in North Kingstown. We corresponded via text for two weeks before meeting in person on March 8th.  We began to date and as time passed, I

“Find a partner who makes your nervous system relax so deeply that you feel safe to share your raw truth and be your most genuine self.  Love should feel like a sanctuary.” Yung Pueblo Last year while living with family for months at a time, I established a routine consisting of yoga at the Island

So much learning, seeing, shifting and healing came from my decision to retire early and rent my home to travel and live with family and a friend in the space between.The year was filled with challenges that stretched me, yet unknowingly readied me for my biggest life adventure, a loving relationship! * * *The first

It was a long travel day to Casa Coco B on Isla Mujeres, off the coast of Cancun, Mexico. On April 6th, at 4:30 am, I was transported in a car, a plane, a van, a ferry, and a taxi, finally arriving at 7:00pm! But truly, I would have doubled that for a weeklong yoga

I hit the RI ground running following five slow-going, relaxed, culture-filled, adventurous weeks in Costa Rica. Imagine Sonic the Hedgehog, held up by the scruff of his neck, legs spinning wildly. Then set down, Zoooooom, off at breakneck speed! I just had to go dancing the very next night at the Gansett. That’s the night