I’ve had the amaryllis bulbs for three years now. They came to me at Christmas, gifts from my mom to be shared with my neighbour. The bulbs came in pretty boxes and needed only a pot and some soil, a sunny window, and a commitment to water once a week. My neighbour and I entered … More The Amaryllis, my teacher
The words finally came to me early in the morning as I was making my first cup of coffee. It was a relief — comic relief — even, to finally put into words exactly what I was feeling. I was slightly amused at the ordinaryiness of what I’d landed upon for such an extraordinary moment … More How does this feel?
I signed off on the book galleys of My Vertical Neighborhood a week ago. It required a deep breath and a certain amount of dismissing the ridiculous yet niggling voices in my head (“it’s not good enough…you’ve missed something…are you sure you’re done?). I’ve learned to pay attention to niggling voices – sometimes they are … More Off to the Printer