She runs to the oceanlike she is meeting an old friend;Troubles spilling from her like teaas she dashes to the waterline, digging bare toes into wet sand and laughing as gentle wavelets and pillows of seafoamlick at her ankles in welcome.…
Getting back in the habit of daily writing has been a rather daunting challenge for me. In truth, I’ve been agonizing and overanalyzing my plan of attack around it for months. But with a blog conference in California looming on the horizon, and a promise to myself to be willing to explore and experiment more in my personal writing this year, I’ve finally managed to get a handle on my self-doubt, wrestling it quite forcefully into what I hope will…