I'm a writer. I long to be slipping into an alternate universe and writing about the landscapes and characters. When I write everything plays out like a movie in my mind. I can see what's happening and feel the emotions of the characters. Their stories are real and I'm the one who is putting them… Continue reading There are Speakers, and There is Me, a Writer.
Writing hours have taken on a new look since Finnegan came to live with me. He's the most adorable muse , um, complication to my story telling. He wants to be a writer and as such is exploring the moving things on the monitor. With the memoir I'm currently working on, he has become more… Continue reading Writing with Finnegan
The arrival of fall is my favorite time of year, and I'm awaiting it with joy in my heart. I've been told I seem much happier since Finnegan came to live with me, and it also shows in my writing. This fall and winter will be a time we spend together looking out the windows… Continue reading With Joy in My Heart
Today my brother is arriving to spend a week visiting. It's been three years since hugging him. God has blessed me so much by providing this time together for us. We've been separated by many states, many miles, since we were children, and what Satan tried to sever has only grown stronger. The bond between… Continue reading I Love My Brother
Yesterday, I stumbled across a journal my second youngest daughter gave me in 2020. I am going to use it to continue my journaling. She gave it to me for Mother's Day in May 2020. I used it for taking study notes while I was studying my Bible and only used about 1/4 of the… Continue reading The Joy of a Recycled Journal