Therese Raquin — Many years ago, I read Therese Raquin by Emile Zola. I’ve forgotten most of it now, except for the morgue scene. That scene has stayed with me for twenty-five years. It stands out because it was the only time a scene was so well written, so observed that after reading…

Without warning this storm almost swallowed our boat, here’s what happened. Alan, Nick, Maureen, and I decided to take the boat to the Island of Skopelos for a picnic. The rays of the sun were spattering golden light across the water, making it glisten. What a day for a sail…

Here’s what I remember — Every year I’d plan a visit to Montreal during the Film Festival du Monde, when the city was ablaze with everything cinema. I loved every minute. I’d ride the Montrealer to St. Alban’s, where border control agents would come on board to check passports; from there, the train would move…

This is what happened. — Driving manuals taught us when stopping at a light at a cross street, never block the intersection, but you see people doing this all the time. I don’t follow all the driving rules but this one I feel is important. My grandson attended a high school 15 miles from home…

Telling a great story and writing that story down uses two different skill sets. — I’ve been writing on Medium for two years now and love this platform, but I noticed I struggled when writing a story vs. telling that same story. The writing was more challenging so I consulted a friend who is an excellent writer to begin to unearth the reason. …

A daughter’s moment of remembrance — It’s a surreal feeling watching my mother die. I’m sitting beside her bed as she tries to breathe, with incredible difficulty. I feel helpless. This year has been nightmarish for her. She contracted Covid 19 at the beginning, but thankfully she was A-symptomatic. The nursing home was in lockdown for…

My painting journey. An act of love. — In 1995 I registered for my first ever drawing class with a fine artist and friend, Suzan Shutan. Waiting for the day to arrive, my feelings ranged from terrified to excited. Suzan set up a still life by placing many objects of varying sizes and shapes across a long table…

Hello, I’m Lulu deCarron, entrepreneur, artist, storyteller, writer, maverick, loving mother and grandmother, an empath, and a coffee lover. Here is Daisy, my darling girl I rescued in 2015. Joy and madness.

My recent Italian breakfast sparked some warm and wonderful memories — Making this breakfast reminded me of my love of breakfasts growing up, being Italian and Nonna’s house Sliced Italian bread, hot from the oven Sweet butter and preserves Strong, fresh roasted coffee Growing up in an Italian family, food was the focal point of our day. My father owned a…