When you're waiting (and when the waiting's over)
I checked my email too many times on Saturday, waiting for the results of the contest. I'd been shortlisted. Would my manuscript make the final cut? Was it going to…
The hands that keep holding
There’s a huge, turreted home that I pass on my morning runs. It sits well back from the road, peeking out from behind giant rhododendrons heavy with mauve blossom and…
Walking shoeless (OR When you feel unfinished)
Sometimes a particular dream catches my attention, as though it is wiser than I am and wants to tell me something if only I’ll pay attention. When I pause to…