Landslides

When life dumps all of its problems in front of me, I too often lose my pen. Writing doesn’t make my breakfast… Writing doesn’t wash my work-shirts… Writing doesn’t help me plan lessons… Writing doesn’t get me to work on time… Repeat 4x So I wait until everything is sorted and filed before I try … More Landslides

Stiff

Everything had come to a stand-still. It’s like I was living in the wrong hemisphere: just when I had begun to make headway with my garden and was enjoying a short rest, the cold change came and turned it into a field of glistening emeralds and diamonds. Every leaf was made as hard as stone. … More Stiff