Writing. Something I have been doing a lot lately and thinking about a lot lately and reading about and researching, watching youtube videos, seeing how others attack it, listening to ideas and generating new ones.
This site has been experiencing some technical difficulties which is why there have not been posts for awhile. Between now and my last post we’ve traveled to Iowa, had a surgery and recovered, had swim
I saw time in Scotland, watched it wash over the hills around me, and pass by, as if a stranger on a sidewalk moving faster than me. Here – in the frantic United States, within
Living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower. Hans Christian Anderson
Gosh, wouldn’t that be nice? A writing space as beautiful as this? My writing space is my desk, crammed into the corner of my living room, covered with piles of my kid’s school papers, bills
“ Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul & sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all. ”
I take my kids outdoors because that is where I find inspiration and my soul finds peace. My parents did the same, driving us nine hours north of our home to a cabin on Deere