Lisa Rivero
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too ~ John Keats, “To Autumn” Friday morning I opened the bottom drawer of my dresser and, for the first time in months, pulled out a sweater. For anyone else who has the summer version of SAD—not …
After spending August establishing my new habit of writing for an hour in the morning before going online, I spent some time yesterday thinking about what I want to do for September. I’m grateful to a couple of authors whose books have guided me in this area. I’ve already written about The Power of Slow, …
This is my second post today because I realized I was one short of my goal of 31 posts in 31 days. After finishing a similar project in July on a different blog, I decided to participate in the Ultimate Blog Challenge here, mainly to get a sense of this blog’s voice and purpose. What …
The women are familiar in the way a child’s worn blanket or a mother’s favorite perfume is familiar. They are dressed comfortably, in slacks and soft shoes or sneakers. They walk in pairs or threes, reading the informative plaques and occasionally peering behind the quilts mounted on the walls, trying to see the backings. Unlike …
“The place of stillness that you have to go to to write, but also to read seriously, is the point where you can actually make responsible decisions, where you can actually engage productively with an otherwise scary and unmanageable world.” ~ Jonathan Franzen