I was really bad yesterday. I spent the whole day reading Marsha Canham’s The Iron Rose, book two in the Pirate Wolf series. To make my transgression even worse, I had already read the book. I couldn’t even claim that I just wanted to know what happened next. So why did the Iron Rose have such a strong hold on me? Because there is so much love. The Iron Rose is not Continue Reading
I’m Broken, You’re Broken, So What?
I’m broken. Since early March, I have taped my left knee daily. Going up stairs requires great concentration to avoid a blow out. My weekly climbing session has devolved into me pretending that I don’t have a left leg, or at least a left leg that is capable of straightening. My friend is broken. In late February, he was with me and a group of friends on a ski trip. Near the Continue Reading
Spring Rain from an Appalachian Canopy
Spring is a time of pure primal joy. I can’t help but feel the energy of everything coming back to life after a long winter slumber. It courses through the very center of my being and makes me want to skip along with my arms outflung, face and chest presented joyfully to the sky. Even the rains are part of the joy. Have you been outside during a spring rain? The light Continue Reading
