I came home from a morning walk one Saturday in March and wondered why I was singing Don McLean’s “Castles in the Air” in my head.

Because it has these lines: Hills of forest green where the mountains touch the sky
A dream come true, I'll live there 'til I die
But how can words express the feel of sunlight in the morning
In the hills, away from city ( Read more... )

I can’t say that I have been very successful at adhering to my writing goals so far this month, but I’m not going to be disappointed with myself over it. December gets crazy ( Read more... )

I had thoughts, they went in some sort of order. I think ( Read more... )

(Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor…?)

This week I’ve been reading
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