Here I sit

Here I sit
Here I sit on the floor in my living room, trying to process the past 20 years, trying to grasp order and structure to the events in my life.  I’m surrounded by my computer, personal journals, index cards, sticky notes, and my favorite felt tip pens in probably 15 different colors.  The scenes are scattered about with themes and threads weaving over and through the 50,000 words I’ve written.

I stop to wonder why I’m always drawn to working at the kitchen table or in this, the adjoining living room.  
Read more...

In times of

In times of
Even in times of darkness may you still notice the beauty 

Even in times of question may you still hold on to hope
Read more...