THE JOURNEY (Mary’s Posts)

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BENCH AND A TREE

THE JOURNEY (Mary’s Posts)

BOOKS

PUBLIC SPEAKING

VIDEOS

CONTACT

ABOUT

MEDIA

A BENCH AND A TREE

Voice of a Fisherman’s Daughter

Voice of a Fisherman’s Daughter

Boaters play a Key Role in Reducing Spread of AIS 1972Where is that woman who squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and stepped into the Detroit Tiger dugout as the first woman sports editor to interview legendary baseball manager Billy Martin? Where is that...
Pretty but Poisonous to the Dunes

Pretty but Poisonous to the Dunes

Garlic Mustard and Spotted Knapweed are two of the most toxic invasive plants threatening the dunes along the shores of Lake Michigan. Both can be eliminated over time if people are willing to get their hands dirty. As Garlic Mustard is now in bloom, there are...
Pretty but Poisonous to the Dunes

And Then

I spot my first Dutchman’s Breeches splaying its seemingly delicate whisper of green foliage across layers of crusted oak leaves. The pink blush of the Spring Beauty will follow; and then the slim white faces of the Squirrel Corn, the royal purple of the Violets, the...
The Search for One’s Truth

The Search for One’s Truth

I call it my sacred bookshelf. On its shelves are authors I hold in great esteem, whose words inspire me, and weave threads of influence into my own tapestry of writing. Built into the hallway wall just outside our bedroom, the bookshelf itself is magical. If I tug on...
Summer Memories . . . Bird Poop and Spider Droppings

Summer Memories . . . Bird Poop and Spider Droppings

“Why are there two bottles of rum in the cockpit?” I ask, pausing in the midst of vigorously scrubbing the boat.Rubin is strolling leisurely down our pier, hands in his coat pockets, blue eyes sparkling, a good-natured smile stretched across his face. I can tell, even...
Memory of a Visit to Pentwater

Memory of a Visit to Pentwater

The to-do list governing my existence scrolls across multiple pages and I can barely breathe for the size and weight of the responsibilities. Scrunched in a heap in the corner of my life lie the unwritten longings of my heart. Abandoned.   In the distance,...