Talking with myself
As you may know, I’ve been alone quite a bit this summer, working away. I love solitude. I always have. As a kid, I’d hide in the cellar...
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Talking with myself
Ode to Providence
Movie irritants
Dear Old Dads
Thoughts from the mother of the bride
All grown up
Pack Up the Moon
Ode to my sisters on Mother’s Day
The 10,000 step journey
All you gotta do is dance
The Zen arts
My childhood Easters
What’s in a name
The things we take for granted
COVID clothes
Word weary
What I learned on my social media detox
Dream Come True
Our most pathetic Thanksgiving ever
Day in the Life of a Writer