We can get up every morning with a clear idea of what we want to write, but that doesn’t necessarily mean we have a well-conceived plan for getting there. So what if we break our goals down into more manageable steps?
I saw one crimson maple leaf, very small, brilliant, on my driveway next to my mailbox. Last week!
No! I cried. I don’t want to see you! I veiled my eyes against that gorgeous thing.
It’s hard to accept that summer is waning. Everyone here feels it. People talk about it in dropped voices, low tones. It’s the bad news that supersedes the roiling of the world and its agonies...