Who am I?
My name is Molly and I arrived late to the writing desk, but am forever grateful my second act took this direction instead of adult tricycle racing or hoarding cats.
I grew up on a potato farm in northern Maine, where I wore a snowsuit over both my Halloween costume and my Easter dress. No one knows for sure if my ideas result from eating too many carbs, or childhood exposure to herbicides.
I have ‘practiced’ professional nursing for *mumble,mumble* years, and someday hope I’ll be competent or retired, whichever comes first. My husband, Patrick, is watching for early signs of dementia, and will have me put in a home when I show an enthusiasm for camping.
When I’m not writing, working or watching the New England Patriots win super bowls, I love to spend time with our son, daughter-in-law and two perfect grandsons.
Shallow Reflections was born from a running joke between Patrick and me. We said it was our shallowness that brought us together, and keeps us together to this day.
Some posts to get you started
If you are new to my blog here are a few posts to get you started and I hope you’ll be back for more. My mission is to give you some free laughter, sparing no personal expense in the process. Don’t be surprised if occasionally I write something serious.
- Is it wrong to swear when baking for church pie sale?
- Weight loss tips to tame your inner glutton
- Deep cleaning: Is that even a thing?
- I have my own teeth and 7 other things this woman over 60 is grateful for
- It’s been four years and I’m finally able to write about losing my sister
In November 2017 honored to be the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Workshop Humor Writer of the Month.
I am a winner
I’m thrilled to be amongst the winners of the 2017 National Society of Newspaper Columnists Writing contest. I won third place for General Interest, Online, Blog, Multimedia, Under 100,000 unique visitors.
These are the posts I submitted to win the contest:
- We shared Zoe’s story and this is what happened next, an essay about euthanizing our dog and the tremendous support my readers extended to us.
- Rise and shine, it’s potato pickin’ time, a post about my youth growing up on a potato farm in Aroostook County, Maine.
- The year Dad taught me the deeper meaning of Christmas, a story about the year Dad ‘ruined’ Christmas by spending it helping our neighbor.
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