musing

I forget sometimes that writing is work because I often sit a play at it, letting the words fall from on high when they want to.  Writing is a pleasure for me.  A comfort.  A constant in a life that, though it has been happy, is often tumultuous. So sometimes one emotion, one thought, one … Continue reading musing

when cats cry

Oh what to do, what to say? Yesterday I posted about all those drafts that were saved up in my wordpress... Posts I had barely written.  Posts that were long and never concluded.  Posts that had great meaning, but I just kind of had trouble letting go of them.  The one that seemed most intriguing … Continue reading when cats cry