How a couple of old clocks help me number my days and gain a heart of wisdom.
Read MoreAutumn Joy
This chaos of the juxtaposition of summer and winter has about it a beautiful awkwardness, a riot of happy joy not unlike the striped-sweater-with-flowered-shorts outfit that my daughter likes to wear—if I choose to see it that way.
Read MoreWhat Makes a Writer?
One foot in front of the other, one word after another, some days harder than others, all for progress that isn’t linear. The hardest part is putting on your shoes . . . picking up your pen . . . and adventuring into the unknown.
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