Feathers…

Sometimes…my heart is so full…that it’s hard to write…there’s so much fullness that it doesn’t make its way to my fingers…doesn’t come out on the page…I’m not sure why this happens…it would seem that it would be the other way around…when my heart is empty…or…only...

Dillies and Dallies…

I’ve dillied…I’ve dallied…and…the blog isn’t written…I’ve had valid excuses…oh…who am I kidding…there’s nothing valid about them…school has been delayed for three days in a row…I’ve had plenty of time to write… I just…didn’t… Seems as though…sometimes…I’m just not in...

Checks and Balances…

Bertha…and I have grappled with the concept of…living…or…writing about living…and…generally…she’s in favor of…living…her theory being…how can I write about life…if I’m not experiencing it… And…that’s true…sitting home alone…in front of a keyboard…doesn’t give me a lot...