Good grief, it’s been a month since I’ve written.  I’ve come here, started, saved drafts even, but the inner writer part of me has been frozen. Now, after three weeks of transition and change on most every level I can think of, it’s day two of flu on the couch. To my great relief, the gears … More Inert

cold monday

What we all need is some of that strong spring sunlight. Instead we have what my dear friend Bob calls “a cold bitch of an east wind”. Cold, uncaring bitch, freezing the blossoms off the cherry trees, the petals off the daffodils. I’d rather be under six blankets in front of a roaring fire than … More cold monday