Turn the calendar • Turn the page to June’s newness • Farewell to the May. Continue reading →
When I started to do that, there wasn’t really anything that stuck out at me as needing replacing, but I switched out a few and they didn’t stick out either. So I guess that’s all good. Continue reading →
It’s very rare that I remember any dreams and probably the only reason I remember this one is because I woke up from surprise. I found myself standing in a small kitchen with a couple people sitting at a table. … Continue reading →
cuz that’s what kind of day it was: everything’s disturbed out of place, hint of panic, want to hide my head. Remedy for day, Wherein I’m worn to a nub Martini on porch.
I confess that I can be a compulsive counter: squares, blocks, silverware, you name it. OK, little heath bars. There I’ve said it. Continue reading →
For writing, getting off our buts means getting on our butts–putting it into a chair and not moving from the chair for a set period of time.
