Defining Times

Dorothy Parker had her round table. Mary Shelley had her summer with Percy and Lord Byron. There are defining times in our lives. This may be mine.

Times when we encounter those people who alter, not really the course, but the flavor of our living. Rather like adding a touch of curry to the potato salad, leaving just the subtlest of after tastes that hint at something a bit unique.

Not that I consider myself a great wit, nor do I have any connection with Mary Shelley other than a fascination with Frankenstein as a youngster and a term paper I wrote about her my freshman year in college. But I am a woman and I am a writer and I am experiencing a spat of bad weather here!

Perhaps interesting people and dark wet weather go hand in hand with creativity.