Writing mojo and blogger block
In response to a welcome comment about my ailing writing mojo… I say, blogger block is nothing like tennis elbow. Repeatedly hitting that yellow ball with...
In response to a welcome comment about my ailing writing mojo… I say, blogger block is nothing like tennis elbow. Repeatedly hitting that yellow ball with...
Perhaps it’s the time of year, perhaps it’s the dryness I feel, but this idea is again tracking me down: That life is full of folly. Full of heaping...
You might consideropening your heart to yourself. You might consider lifting those cloudsyou wrap around yourself high enough to reflect that pink undergarment....
“When the cares of my heart are many, your consolations cheer my soul.” consolations like… an early morning room that’s steeped in tea-c...