FMF: And Words Fill Another Page
The piles take over. The books stack up. The scrapbooks stay on the shelf, unfinished. The sewing machine waits to feel the love of hands on fabric again. Notebooks sit on the writing table, empty or half-used. Words hang on the edge, ready to be strung together and...
Looking Back on the Camp Days
empty stables on the right where the horses lived and I visited every afternoon to groom, to feed, to ride even if I had to sit sideways the edge of the woods on the left by the parking lot, still gravel, and the main building we used to call the “dining...
Breaking the Silence of an Ordinary Day
Writing has been nonexistent for the past six weeks. I didn’t mean to stop and I wasn’t trying to lose my momentum. I wrote my way through January, 500 words at a time. That month I only missed a couple of days, but I set aside blogging during the process. I guess I...