Like a small animal burrowing into its hole, I shift furniture around, and back myself into a cozy corner, with my back to the wall...and then I can write.
I try to write about the stuff that torments us all.
...there were no guarantees in life, only promises and whispers.
I'm not an aging gracefully type. But I do believe in aging with grace.
There was nothing you couldn't do if you wanted it bad enough, and were willing to work hard enough to get it.
For the moment, my life is a little schizophrenic.