Last night, I got the paw…a soft one, but nevertheless, it was a call to action. Right after that, a soft, but urgent cry followed. My boy. He needed to get out. It was well after midnight and I had to get up at 5:30 for a commitment I’d made
Begging for Trouble So innocent, right? Don’t believe it. This boy is always looking for trouble.
What on earth is a writing life? How can a body make that work in a day where a million things come at you all at once? Well, I am a good waiter, in both senses of the word! I can wait on everyone in my house, clean and cook,
This morning, I spotted this beauty as I was walking along the path with Wrigley. He’s a frequent visitor to this pond, which tells me there’s a ton of life lurking in the depths of the murky water below. He’s a stealth operator, but so are we. The sky above
Making the Most of a Blue Sky Day! This puppy, this day for me as a writer started out as a challenge. Where to go with a current draft that I’m working on, the book I’m seeking representation for, and all the other voices in my head telling me I should
Hurricane Ian, now deemed a tropical storm, moved in through the night last night. We knew he was coming, had days to prepare. But no matter how hard you shutter and shelter, there still is that hype that surrounds any storm. Up north, we had our snow days. We raced