"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, valuable but small. Sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it or because I haven't been brave? How much of what I feel reminds me of what I read in a book...when...shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't … Continue reading Small but valuable.
We had a wonderful, busy, exciting grand opening at 628 Monmouth this past weekend to celebrate RW Studios, AmlinDesign and Gertrude's Writing Room officially opening our doors! It's a great honour to be sharing such a beautifully creative space with Greg and Mary Lou! To find out more about RW Studios - click here! To … Continue reading Grand Opening of Gertrude’s Writing Room – Pics and More!
Friends, I can't tell you how many times I've started writing this blog post. Too many. My heart has been a flutterin' and my soul has been a flappin'. Many things have been going on in my life that at times, I want to share with you...and at times, I need to keep quietly within. … Continue reading On dream-development and forty and discipline…
Like chocolate... A delicious gift I was given just this morning after spending two glorious hours with a group of poets in a 'World of Poetry' class. I was invited to speak about poetry, and then participate in a salon-style poetry session. It was a perfect morning, really. I can talk about poetry and writing … Continue reading Plenty of Things
This time of year is hard for me. I'm tired - but not regular tired - shall I call it Winter-tired? My bones don't want to work with my muscles to do anything. My brain is a mess. My heart is heavy. As beautiful as this seemingly continuously falling snow is...my eyes see it but … Continue reading Tears for Fears and More
I feel different. How about you? Twenty-seventeen was a jarring blur most of the time. It was a year of grand opportunities resulting in grand failures that rocked me to my core. Life lessons burst[ed] (is that a word?) forth like flowers blooming in one of those time-lapse videos. If my life last year were … Continue reading Twenty-Eighteen, Baby