Oh No! I Used an Em Dash!
(And Other Suspicious Writing Habits) I have a confession to make. I love punctuation. There. I’ve said it. I love
Agency Isn’t Having the Upper Hand
A fire, a pinecone, and the choices that remain. A fire started less than eight miles from my home. For
The Quiet Hollow
There are moments when something has already shifted…but nothing new has taken shape yet. You may not be who you
A Thread Across A Map
This week, Google Search Console told me someone in Brazil had discovered Weaver Wheel.
That isn’t really the story.
The story is what happened next.
The Age We Thought We Would Be
Milestone birthdays have a way of arriving with extra weight. Thirty. Forty. Fifty. Sixty. And then, if we are fortunate,
The Path Begins Where You Are
Sometimes the path ahead feels so hidden that you wish someone would simply hand you a map. Not a map