I’ve got music back. I can’t believe I ever let it slip out of my life. But I did, I lost it for years.
How did I lose it in the first place? 982 more words
I haven’t been writing. Or to be precise, I’ve been producing scraps, disconnected fragments that work on their own but that won’t lead anywhere. There’s a quality of concentration that’s left me recently, about the same time that the irrepressible urge to get things out of me once and for all faded into something fainter and more manageable. 596 more words
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman
We don’t need a snow blower in Charlotte. We just need a broom and perhaps to puff out our cheeks, pucker our lips and blow. 807 more words