This is how I write. I find a seed. Doesn’t matter where or how. This seed calls to my mind. I hold it, roll it around, blow the dust off so I can see it more clearly. Then I press it onto the white loam of an empty page. I water it with words, maybe…Read more Creativity Blooms
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Celebrating the Dreamers
And no, I’m not talking about the immigrant children who grew up to become unpapered Americans. That’s a political question for another time, perhaps. I’m referring to those of us who suffered the impatience of loved ones when we wanted to spend our lives on things that would never make us rich, might not even…Read more Celebrating the Dreamers