Good news when life gets messy
There’s a little voice whispering in my head, “Let it go, move on. No one wants to hear about Easter any more. That was three whole weeks ago.” The little…
There’s a little voice whispering in my head, “Let it go, move on. No one wants to hear about Easter any more. That was three whole weeks ago.” The little…
The branches behind my home are alive with blossom. I walk down another street that bore blossom-full branches last week; now they are empty. A friend's home-that-felt-like-home-to-me has been sold. Disagreement rises and…
I’m sitting in that uncomfortable space of waiting while a couple of trusted friends read a draft of my story. As much as I try to steer my runaway thoughts…