My grandfather’s rocking chair with worn but polished armrests, warmed in the morning sunshine with colors of awakening evergreens…mmm, time to write…
Tag Archives: Writing
June.2023.
Ten hours of sleep, three hours of South Park..
It happened overnight..
I looked to the work ahead of me with a soul that had waited my whole life to be fifty-seven…
The Pets of the Bungalow
Wally is recovering from his surgery and teaching me a few things.
Attacking Resolutions
I am a soft person, but I feel a need to attack my goals. 2023. Dare I say, “May the attack be with you?”
Frying Bacon and Reading
No multi-tasking except for moments when I fried bacon while reading a presidential autobiography.
A Gift of Ice Blizzard.
As I wrote another to-do list, I listened to the business news television report. As I folded laundry, I turned to the business news channel. The Federal Reserve had met…
Advent ‘22 Hope
Please, please “give a hoot.” The gifts of the season are not always the prettiest or most convenient…
A Touch Romantic.
In a world of stock markets and business results, the power of romantic self-awareness..
When I read…
When I read, at home in the woods…
Stephanie Springborn 