I’ve only put pen to paper a few scattered times since the spring. So much has happened. I planned a wedding and got married. Then, we traveled and honeymooned, drove, flew and cruised. Afterwards, Dan and I bought a house in another city, and I moved from the apartment, which was my home for the […]
Until a few weeks ago, my writing life looked like this: I could feel the end coming. I could see it in those tiny numbers: 57, 87, 102 words cut. Weeks earlier it had been in the hundreds; if I was especially diligent, a thousand. When you’re trying to condense a novel down by several […]
A poem for you this day. Solmonað is the Anglo-Saxon equivalent of February. It translates to “mud month.” False springs appear in deep winter – a tease of green as the snow falls again. Restless, we count robins – or are they sparrows playing games? We long for buds and blossoms under a Lent-grey sky […]