A Time for Taking Inventory

As I look towards the New Year and coming decade, the desire to take a personal inventory prevails. My burgeoning artistic projects and passions have become unruly. Like a plant that outgrows pot and climbs up and over the garden wall; runners stretch out in all directions while roots dig deeply firmly into my life's soil. So much to …

The Scary Stuff!

           There is no race with writing. We plant ourselves beside the fountain of God's inspiration and drink deeply. Whatever flows from head and heart through pen is enough for the day.             At least this is what I tell myself when feeling poetic, inspired, and scared. To be perfectly honest, I procrastinate like the …

Christmas Came Early this Year!

            Yesterday was a hard day for writing after coming down from my "creative high." Having pushed several projects forward, the inevitable plummeting into a slump had to do with the unpleasant stuff: paying the bills, finishing manuscript edits, and sending for use permission—all tedious and uncreative. By afternoon, I was depressed. Add to this, mismanagement …

What more could any mother want?

What more could any mother want?               Yesterday afternoon around 4:00 pm the phone call finally came:             "Mom, can your hear me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"             Skype calls from long distances tend to echo. The call was broken and scratchy but I was able to extract all of …

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