If It Was Easy . . .

If It Was Easy . . .

*Please note – I started this post last Saturday and couldn’t finish. Unplanned Interruptions Today I bandaged a dog’s foot. It was not my plan. Daisy, my nervous, tiny, loving, competitive, unobservant, endlessly shivering Boston terrier, got stepped on...
Re-thinking Things

Re-thinking Things

Moved The move is done. Well, there are still boxes. And the books aren’t in the shelves. But it’s amazing just how many things you can do without when you’re tired enough. Maybe that’s a good test. What matters when I’m exhausted? What...
Sneaky Dreams

Sneaky Dreams

Some dreams develop slowly, like an old Polaroid picture, too slow to see the change but impossible not to notice. They kind of sneak up on you. And before you know it, you’re hooked. For example, a writer I know suggested that you just start writing a book...

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