In my upstairs bedroom is an alcove with a window. In the alcove sits a drafting desk — a place for me to retreat today, in peace, to write.
It is quiet up here. No hum of the dishwasher signaling its service to me. No buzz of the dryer calling for my attention. No background noise of husband on the phone.
And best of all, on this day following the election for president, I hear no prattle of television commentators. Continue reading