When you’re not sure what comes next

When you’re not sure what comes next

The back yard looks like a place where toy cars come to die. Fall in all its beauty is dying too. I sit outside with the baby girl in her socks and me in the sneakers that aren’t quite on properly because we rushed outside to try and catch some of the late afternoon...
Because children are in the eye of the beholder

Five Minute Friday: Beyond

On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write. We write bold and beautiful and free. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Won’t you join us? 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over...