a winter roadtrip with my muse, part one

    I knew I needed a break. I knew I needed to unplug. I knew I wanted to remove myself from the familiar, and just paint, just read, just write. Just think. Just not think. Just be. Without chatter. Without pinging and lights and alerts and the...

revealing the open pages of my wallet

It’s all in a book, a little bigger than my palm.   When I shared The Book with an acquaintance, her voice fell silent as she slowly turned and considered the pages.     “I feel,” she said in a near whisper, carefully turning each page . . .  ...