Dear Friends, I’ve moved my blog over to a different site, if you’d like to keep in touch. Find me at http://www.mollyfiskunlimited.com xox Molly
Author Archives: molly
The Cuteness Factor
I think this might be a great new way to sell books, don’t you? Quite a few people have had children this fall, and they’re just lying around looking cute and growing bigger. Perfect props for your new work!! This is Dot, from Fresno, CA.
Vintage Life: A 1953 Chevy on the Golden Gate Bridge
Another guest blog for my friends at Barn Owl Vintage, about learning to drive on a truck two years older than I was… http://barnowlvintage.com/vintage-life-a-1953-chevy-on-the-golden-gate-bridge/
Because September
Here we are at the time of year when, if you like to put up food for the winter, you really start to feel overwhelmed. For some reason every single tomato on every vine in the county has to get ripe at the same time. Whose nutty idea was that? It’s all or nothing, …
Who gets the pearl earrings?!?
My third guest post for Women’s Voices for Change is about growing up and doing one of those responsible things. Have you made a will yet? Is it time? http://womensvoicesforchange.org/molly-fisk-where-theres-a-will.htm
And furthermore…
This is my second guest blog post for Women’s Voices for Change. A new one comes out tomorrow. I’ll be featured two Saturdays a month. http://womensvoicesforchange.org/molly-fisk-do-something-backward.htm
More Blackberries!
I just wrote a related guest blog post for my friends over at Barn Owl Vintage, about how I picked berries in my youth. granatcasino.com
Blackberry Picking
The other day I went to a local farm to pick blackberries. I have plenty of my own blackberries here at The Poem Farm, but they aren’t ripe yet, and they’re usually the size of a green pea, borne on arching stems that are so prickery you really should wear long sleeves to pick …
89 Chairs
I’m not sure what’s happening, but some natural, organic process — maybe aging? maybe just living — is insisting that I simplify my life. A little voice in my head wants the same food for breakfast every day. My eyes feel tired of looking at all the stuff in my house: my great-grandmother’s tea …