My daughter, raised thus far in a non-denominational, Mother Earth-loving family, has been going around singing “Happy Re-birthday to You” today. Whatever your beliefs, Happy Easter.
Spring, wherefore art thou? The tulips won’t open their mouths. The air smells sweet but I’m still in mittens. However, I did find myself very close to a mama robin on her nest this week, and it gave me hope. For all you writers out there, sitting on your stories …
It’s April, and the rain won’t stop. And what do April showers bring? May yoga/writing workshops. Click the link to see the poster for this class I’m co-facilitating.
I am excited to be updating my website, to be writing in virtual ink, to be alive and well and creating every day. Whether it’s a spelling list or a recipe or a novel, words are what make me tick. What have you made today? Your bed? A mess? A promise? A …