A relatively new friend of mine recently discovered my blog. Yes, this one. The one that is swiftly approaching the 6-month mark on radio silence. Eek. A postless poseur, that’s what I am lately. A writer without a pen, a philosopher without an idea. A blogger without a post. Ack. Anyway, getting back to the... Continue Reading →
crazy makers… a practice
Bumble Bee Motel, Red Cedar Preserve, 2024NO VACANCY My husband thinks I’m nuts. This isn't really news, per se, but he has new reasons for questioning my sanity. I mark this as a sign of growth and ongoing success on my part. The latest cause for his subtle head-shakes is my regular choice of willingly... Continue Reading →
