Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.
Isaac Asimov

It took me a long time to start writing on a regular basis… And it’s still a struggle because hey, you either spell it out or you don’t.

But then comes a time when you just do. You scream at the emptiness of the web and find solace and peace in the beauty of the words. 

Inspiration in Realities

My Disappearing Act & Moving Forward

So how long has it been since I’ve written something…Not a note or a few words…but something of strength. Something that makes you want to read a bit more, and then a bit more…

Beer, Chocolate, Gold Bond, And Tears

A few weeks back when asked how life was at home my answer was this…Easy, I’ve been crying or better yet, been seriously teary-eyed since the Ukraine war…

I’m Moving to My Soul’s Home…

I have this smile on my face that’s become all that I am… How long has it been? For how long now have I waited for this move forward? For this final change…