For the past six years I have been part of a writers’ group that meets about once every six weeks in the dining room of my condo building. It is place of honest conversation, lots of questions, tears, laughter, applause. It always feels like a sacred space to me. We choose a word, a question … More Do things happen for a reason?
I do my best thinking on two-hour solitary road trips. Anything less than that doesn’t give me enough time to truly sink into the ideas, conundrums or questions puddling in my mind. Anything more and I begin to feel mired in my own perspectives. But two hours alone on a stretch of uncongested highway is … More Solitary road trips get me thinking
This is what it looks like when an stranger becomes an acquaintance and then a friend. … More Remembering Sandy
Lynda MacGibbon 