A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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…WOULD IT BE to a time when dropping into a rabbit hole was just that— a twisting tumble into a bottomless burrow, a spiralling spin down an endless earthen tunnel,
Sometimes, when I feel stressed hurried, I think of this sapling. Although she has lofty aspirations, she is in no rush to achieve them. Grounded in the present, she reminds me to slow down, breathe, focus on myself and then broaden that scope to include the … Continue reading
I miss you already. Once the light is out and the room is silent, I will miss you even more. “Remember the time…” fills the house already. Once the light is out and the house is silent I will remember you even more… Like how you … Continue reading
Here a Mo, there a Mo, Everywhere a Mo, Mo. If you write or are thinking of writing, November’s got the MO that will invite the muse and ignite inspiration. First, the mother of MOs. The MO that started it all
When the craziness of the outer world invades my inner peace, a visit to a nearby happy place and a deep breath restores the calm:
The fog had not yet cleared, the air had a nip to it that warranted wearing a light jacket, and I was dang happy that Lucy did not step on the snake that popped from the underbrush and slithered across … Continue reading
Can you think of a better place than an entire house filled with books and art for a group of writers and artists to meet once a month to dive into craft? I can’t. Besides lending itself to good company, tasty nibbles, and an occasional … Continue reading
Do stars look to the heavens and marvel at their surroundings? Might they gossip over a neighbor’s blueshift or trails of cosmic dust as they redshift on their path to eternity?