Had enough of reading about the election? Consider, instead, the wonder of trees.
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
I have always been a word person.
I read a lot as a child. In the summer I would max out my library card and that of my mother every two weeks. I did all my mandatory summer reading for school. I even read the dictionary.
I excelled at word games like Boggle and Scrabble. A boyfriend in college, an engineering student, was the first person to ever beat me in Boggle. I was impressed. I married him. Continue reading