Author Archives: loriadams12

As I walked into the bathroom stall at North Market in Columbus, OH, my friend was talking with someone sharing the same t-shirt, laughing and connecting.  By the time I walked out of the stall, the mood had changed. My friend looked at me.  “It’s been cancelled.  The concert has been cancelled.” I watched theContinue reading “Glory Days”

The feeders hang full, the right amount spilling onto the ground for those who so choose. I wrap the sweater tight against the frost February morning and head inside to the percolating coffee. Hands firmly around a steaming artisan mug, I stand at the kitchen sink and watch as the diner opens for breakfast. TheContinue reading “Food for Thought”

Some days the words flow, yet others they bog down, tacky like glue, sticky, not budging from my brain.  Honestly, I’m not sure which days are more challenging.  On the sticky, clogged-brain days, I push through, knowing that writing comes with discipline while taking solace in knowing that those days I’m only writing for myself. Continue reading “Grogg”

It is the mid-60s and it is appropriately reflected in the cramped kitchen’s yellow formica table, Harvest Gold appliances, and the wallpaper…oh, the wallpaper! Every night at 5:30 the four of us gather around the table to have dinner. Every night. It’s a ritual I treasure to this day. My 4-year-old pig-tailed self is enchantedContinue reading “Say “When””

Attempting to keep the winter blahs away, challenge my comfort zone, and continue on my endless journey of creative outlets I signed up for several online art courses over the Christmas break.  My days are now filled with art journaling, abstract painting, and doodling. So much mess. SO much joy! I find both thrill and intenseContinue reading “Blank Canvas”

As the new year’s infancy marches forward, I complete my ritual of choosing an “anchor word” for the year. As it’s name implies, an anchor word is designed to keep one connected, or “anchored” to a core concept or intention upon which one wants to remain focused. This year took me a bit longer thanContinue reading “Learning to Flow”

The fuzzy purple blanket is tucked tightly around my thighs as the peppermint tea steeps in the rustic mug.  From my old denim chair I can still see the leftover sparkles of Christmas lights, though there are fewer and few each night. I’ve always loved the days between Christmas and New Year’s Day.  There isContinue reading “Inviting Wonder”

We sat enjoying our traditional vacation early morning at Cracker Barrel, sipping our coffee and noshing on Grandma’s Pancake breakfast. The older woman behind us was unlike most of this morning’s customers. She sat primly, beautifully coiffed hair, meticulous dress and make up. A frazzled young mother rushed in, hip-toting a baby girl who squealedContinue reading “Cheerleaders”

The baskets of chips move up and down the table while both the salsa and the margaritas flow easily.  There are enough people gathered that multiple conversations are happening simultaneously, with questions and laughter and excited stories being told. Over tamales and enchiladas we learn more about each other, get caught up on our lives,Continue reading “Passing the Chips”