Today was the warmest day of the month so I was able to sit out in my garden.
After a while I realized I wasn’t full of words.
I wasn’t using them. I wasn’t thinking. I was simply being there.
Color and shadow and light, a sense of beginning.
Clarity.
When I looked at the photo of our library–republished here because I accidentally deleted it–I saw 2 books by and about a woman writer I…
When our 1840’s house lost power the exact moment I typed that the house in my novel lost power, I phoned Charley, whose business was…
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Thirty four years ago,just outside Kansas City, my darling sister Martha married her true love, Chuck. As the big sister, I had to…
I was so pleased when Sofia Dakos said on my recent post about writing that she likes my little blue desk. It’s one of several…
We always think cats are very finicky, and they are, but their personalities make them so worth it. They’re so regal, even in the way…