The Pilgrimage of Writing Out West

I often wonder where I would have been in my life if it weren’t for writing. What I do know is that writing has been good for me. It’s a pilgrimage to a holy place of creativity, discovery, and learning.

This Place Called Home

Last week, I drove back to the old neighborhood where I grew up, where my parents lived across the street from a military academy, where I met my future husband. In the place of a once stately house where the head of the school lived, a skeletal structure under construction with a three-car garage juttedContinue reading “This Place Called Home”