One hot weekend morn.

Summer is fast approaching and the 80+ degree temperatures say it’s so.

Tell me it’s not so.

Though the season holds some joy – like flip flops along with a more carefree vibe in work and play – it’s never been high on my list of favorites. I suffer through it, counting the minutes until the first brisk day hits the calendar.  Bring on Fall. Welcome Winter. Isn’t Spring fun?  But please NOT summer. Continue reading “One hot weekend morn.”

Woman disjointed.

As a writer, a topic typically strikes my fancy and percolates.  That topic takes a life of its own, traveling with me as my day to day responsibilities and commitments are tackled while the story itself takes shape in my mind.

It ebbs and flows.  It is acute and present, then fades and retreats.  But all the while, it’s baking and in time, rises to meet that moment when I am ready to put pen to paper – or fingers to the keyboard, playing each letter like a piano concerto, immersed in the melody my mind orchestrates. Continue reading “Woman disjointed.”