Journey into My Imagination
This weekend I didn't write. I let my mind and emotions adjust to my youngest moving away to college. So many worries on my mind - will he like it; will he manage to get along with his roommate (who is admittedly his best friend, but they have never lived together before); does he have... Continue Reading →
Nineteen years ago.... nineteen years ago, I was running around chasing a five year old while I was heavily pregnant with my second child. The second child came after a few years of struggling with infertility, before PCOS really had a name. My first child was a beautiful, happy, curly brown haired moppet of a... Continue Reading →
Your words are your art, your literary children - cutting them can feel a bit like murder.
Kindness is a method of communication that trumps all.
Shannon McCauley - Author 