Author Archives: Sidney Stark

Out Of Context

Out Of Context

Writing groups are not necessarily sources of inspiration. Of course, that’s what we writers wish for, but seldom find. Usually, there’s a lot of agony and angst, exhaustion and wear-and-tear, as well as hard work.  However, I had a revelation recently working with my new group that shook up my assumptions permanently, affecting my daily… Continue Reading

Alone…or On Your Own?

Alone…or On Your Own?

Epiphany ~a(1):  a usually sudden manifestation or perception of the essential nature or meaning of something (2):  an intuitive grasp of reality through something (as an event) usually simple and striking (3):  an illuminating discovery, realization, or disclosure. Merriam-Webster “Who are you looking for?” the waiter asked. Presumably my hesitancy at the entrance to the restaurant gave me… Continue Reading

Adaptation~

Adaptation~

“You haven’t changed a bit!” I would have assured the woman I saw passing me on the street, had I stopped to talk.  The daughter of one of our former presidents, she went to a girls’ school in New York at the same time I did, and I recognized her instantly, as always. Unfortunately, I… Continue Reading

What Do You Want?

What Do You Want?

How often I’ve seen the image lodged in my brain. Someone is standing beyond a fork in the road, alone and presumably dismayed, studying the divergent routes. Looking back at the place where the road breaks off to take a completely different trajectory, I can hear the familiar person mutter, ‘but I’d planned to go… Continue Reading

A New Life

A New Life

What’s a new life, and how do you get one? So many people have been saying to me recently, enjoy your new life; but if I have a new life, it’s news to me. I keep looking for the landmarks of change and missing them. Either because I don’t know what I’m looking for or… Continue Reading

Community

Community

“It’s a what?” I wasn’t hard of hearing in my late 40s; I was just thrown by the new term “A Gated Community,” my husband announced, articulating slowly for my edification. “Why?” I asked. Placed in the heart of 450 acres of undeveloped forest, a gate seemed the height of redundancy. The one I was looking… Continue Reading