It’s Monday morning, and I’m navigating my regular routine despite last week’s heartbreak. Putting one foot in front of the other. Breathing. Forcing a smile when the barista wishes me a nice day. Aside from the post I wrote about …
Show up. Repeat.
A quick word of encouragement on this beautiful Friday afternoon.
Writing the First Draft: Are you a Picasso or a Pollack?
My husband and I are in the garage, painting. He’s building a shelving unit to hold our many books. The boards are arranged on a tarp on the garage floor, and we’re painting the base coat. The paint is thick …