pondering

I came to the Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow to write. That’s a given. I’m here now. As I type, it’s a postcard-worthy fall day. I’m sitting on a deck about 30 feet high, with tall trees all around, swathed in various shades of orange, red,…

Six summers ago, I had an assignment from Midwest Living to scout some state parks in Ohio. The last morning of my trip, it was storming. Torrential quality stuff. I wanted to be done already (I had a one-year-old at home waiting for me), but I had one…

I’ve known for some time that I wanted to write this newsletter. Three years perhaps. I had to wait until my rage against Charlie had faded. To be clear, Charlie is a lovely man. Every time I’ve seen him, I’ve smiled, said “Hey Charlie,” and…

After years of thinking about it, I finally met with a running coach last week. One of my 2015 goals is to change some of my physical movement patterns that I suspect aren’t serving me well. Like standing on hyperextended knees, sitting slumped at my…

Re-entry. That’s what I’m doing now, as I type this. I’ve been away – physically I was away (out of town) last week. But in my mind, I’ve been away for about a month, involved in an all-consuming project that commanded nearly every thought…