Too many stories to write, too many photos to take, too many books to read, too many quilts to make...and a wedding too?
This week I reclaimed my personal space. It feels good to have a place all my own. But as a writer, does it really mattter?
I got absolutely NOTHING done yesterday. Or did I? Perhaps days like that are what we need?
Balancing a life of service and the right to privacy? It is an issue bigger than Harry and Meghan.
Almost 100 years ago, feminist and writer Virginia Woolf said "…a woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction..." Was she right?
Sometimes you meet someone and the sparks just fly...and other times you feel comfortable...
It has been a rough few days. Lack of sleep is keeping me from writing and planning. With just days until the new year and a new decade.
When life does not go to plan, when things fall apart, where do you turn? What are the answers? Maybe shockingly simpler than you think.
The results are in. Or are they? Is it really Westminster that decides our Fate? Or is that up to each and everyone of us as individuals, families, and communities?
In a world where everything tends towards higher and higher levels of chaos, how do you maintain balance as a writer and feminist-homemaker?