I've been writing poetry and short stories since childhood....but my life has often been chaotic so (mental) space to write can be hard to find. I am a lover of words and the worlds we can create with them. I seek beauty in all things.
Bird, tree, snow
I’ve been at the café for an hour or so – I was way early and had already finished my coffee and an egg on toast. I don’t mind waiting…I’ve got my notebook and am busy making lists, thinking about writing, staring out the window into the snowy street and the storefronts beyond that. More snow is on its way, but I’m not too worried. I moved up here specifically for the weather and I enjoy it- the cold, brisk air, the snowflakes like fluff that melt on my hat or gloves. I love hiking through the woods, my boots crunching through crisp snow while I watch for birds hidden in the thickets or up in the denuded trees. And I love the way the white covers and muffles the tawdry evidence of modern life and commerce - gravel parking lots, shabby storefronts, abandoned gas stations; it never ceases to make me smile when I see the way dead grass and pot-holed roads are smoothed and gentled by a shining white blanket of fresh snow.
Two fish in a coffeepot
My husband and I bought a fixer-upper right before housing prices doubled in our area. We were thrilled – we knew that when we decided to sell, we would not only be able to pay off the mortgage and home repair bills, but we would also have enough left over for a nice little nest egg for the future. Sadly, he passed away only a few years after we purchased the home. In addition to grief, I felt completely overwhelmed by all the same fixer-upper tasks that we had so enjoyed previously. For my own mental health, I needed to go somewhere without so many memories…but despite pressure from my family to sell my home, I wasn’t quite ready for that either. As a short-term solution, I decided to rent it to some acquaintances of mine.