Following the Breadcrumbs
It’s Friday morning. I only know what day it is because I have a couple of meetings scheduled. Lately I’ve … Continue reading Following the Breadcrumbs
It’s Friday morning. I only know what day it is because I have a couple of meetings scheduled. Lately I’ve … Continue reading Following the Breadcrumbs
After a time of sharing with a dear friend about the writing residency I will begin in a few short … Continue reading Transition: Blessed Endings and New Beginnings
This morning, I feel inclined to move slowly—to sit, breathe, look, and listen. Watch my notebook rise and fall with … Continue reading Chaos and Calm in the Everyday
Last Friday night, I diverged from my typical routine of quarantining myself after a long, draining week in favor of … Continue reading Flirting with Art: When writing became sexy
I find myself reflecting this morning on the events of this past week, how it is I was able to … Continue reading The Necessity of Help
Five years ago, I decided to listen and respond to a longing that was stirring up within me to write … Continue reading Beginning… again