Life as an adult caregiver doesn’t make for a lot of progress on work. Yesterday I had to get out of the house. I’d spent the earlier part of the week back from my “vacation”. It’s the week off I get every six weeks of pretty much being “on call” 24/7. I don’t get set… Read More Creosote and Spray Paint
A while ago one of my dear writer friends noted some similarities of my mother’s writing to mine. She noted the interest in small details, and a few other things. I’d been writing long before my mother had put pen to paper, noting her family history in stories. I was surprised. My friend also wrote… Read More The Bliss of a Good Writer Friend
Last November I made a move to my mother’s house. I’m considering it something of a sabbatical. When I first came to take care of her, she needed help throughout the day. Lately she’s gotten stronger, but that said, there are sometimes days where I’ll spend 15 or more hours on her concerns. That doesn’t… Read More Sabbatical Writing; Snippets and Snatches