I love all four seasons. I love each month of the year for the unique and distinct qualities they bring. Winter is winding down and I think back to the fierce and forceful elements that season delivered. We had some bitterly cold days and nights. We had snow storms...
This morning I have immersed myself in the words of poet Andrea Gibson. Last night I invited them and their partner Meg into my home and they entered my heart on a day I really needed love to be the center of my thoughts. This past weekend hatred and fear pushed its...
Last night I was gifted a dream where Zac showed up. I was told he was down in the field and I waited at the edge for him to come to me. I could not see him but as he got closer I knew he was there. He reached out to me and said" I walk with you". Today December...
This morning I feel a weariness right behind my eyes. I feel the gentle breeze coming in my office window and have just come from spending time in my lovely gazebo space that has offered so much solace this season. I feel a prevailing sadness that could bring the...
This entry is an attempt to understand and share what writing a book is for me. I apologize if I mix or overuse metaphors but here goes. A book begins with the seed of an idea which comes in many different packages; a dream, a newscast, a conversation. You root in the...
Yesterday I had a WISP author visit at Harry Miller Middle School. After accepting the invitation a month ago I felt moments of doubt and apprehension. The Pandemic put a stop to my fairly busy author visit schedule and there has only been a trickle since . Realizing...