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Feb.12.2013
There are many losses we have in life. Sometimes I hear of tragic stories, people who have such devastation occur in succession. Often, I have wondered how do these souls manage to get up everyday. I never have given thought to my life having grief. Frankly, I never have understood what the term '...
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Jul.25.2011
Setting up early in the morning, I take my place amongst the vendors. I curse quietly setting up the cheap blue tarp tent that my tight fisted ex -husband bought. Its not sturdy and its not as lovely as the others. Every Saturday, I think these thoughts. Along the way of bending and lifting and...
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Jun.14.2011
Its summertime. The light has started to reflect that in the days and into the nights. My time is spent on weekends at the local farmer's markets around the area. If you told me years ago that I would be a fishmonger selling fish at local farmer's markets, I would not undestand what you were...
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May.13.2011
Lately, its been that days seem long. I cannot seem to catalog them and my view of the outside doesn't give me a wide lens perspective like it usually does. There is work to be done, and I summon the effort to sell my best. And I do,  for no one man or woman can seem to resist the Irish eyes and a...
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Apr.07.2011
Today is cold and sunny, there are just small piles of snow dashed here and there upon the land. Reminding us of the long months that have just passed. And slowly they did past, there was nothing fast about this winter. I often wonder if seasons have feelings. Do they wonder about how long they...
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Apr.02.2011
I have found myself pacing daily about the house. There is a woman at the nursing home my father lives at who paces so much she got a pedometer from the nurses just so they could see how many miles she paces a day. She makes it 2.34 miles before she has to rest. She is 80, a former PE teacher. Go...
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Mar.15.2011
Lately, I have been walking. My dogs have now learned that to get me to take them they must corner me against the door any door in the house. They watch me like a cat to mouse. Laying low and following me around corners outside bathroom doors. All to hike out into the woods where they will find...
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Feb.11.2011
Frankie Angotti died on February 7th, 2011, he was forty seven years old and the owner of two loving dogs lilo and weezy.  Frankie Angotti was my dear sweet friend who had beautiful olive skin and brown eyes that glittered with green. Frankie Angotti was a character, a man who lived a rough life...
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Feb.07.2011
    I wish I could say that I never saw it coming or that it was never a possiblity. But, on the day I got married my stomach ached and I smelled fear radiating like heat from my body. I was nervous like a schoolgirl, wanting to 'just get it over with', I was sure it wasn't right. But I...
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Jan.10.2011
  When we broke free on the road across the country wall drugs awaited us we meet sitting bull in a black and white lithograph we framed him and placed him upon the new living room wall today I visit him asking him if he knew than what he knows now we are done and broken and no longer...
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Dec.27.2010
When I think of life changing events, I always associate it with the bang of the cap gun that would startle me so. There I was bent over in diver position on an enormous chunky red block. The gun would go off and I would belly flop dive and swim like hell to get to the wall in order to touch it...
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Dec.14.2010
I remember going into to my mothers room. I had heard her cry from the landing in our home and I snuck upstairs as quietly as I could, rather as any ten year old Harriet the spy esq girl could. Our hallway was painted a light blue and the sun shone on the walls, through the stain glass making...
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Nov.16.2010
Lately, I have taken to chomping double bubble gum. No, I am not trying to quit smoking. I am trying to stop from acting inappropirately in public, at this rate I am to well known in my small town to act like I have a case of Tourettes. Although, if asked my husband would surely add that I am well...
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Nov.12.2010
I left from visiting my father yesterday, and he sobbed like a child and called out to me. "Your Leaving...I don't want you to!" I stopped dead in my tracks, this was my father a man who laughed and sluffed things off and never once have I ever seen him sob like a baby. I stood silent...
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Oct.05.2010
The fall fire billowed throughout my yard, I sat on the deck and looked upon the light and the trees and the smoke rising high up. The Fall smells all bundled into one, today I played hookey and sat out on the deck for a good long time. I watched my neighbor recently retired, sitting by the fire...
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