What is love these days anyways?

Lately I've been wondering. I'm so lucky.I am surrounded by dear friends who I adore and who seem to like me. I don't think I've offended any strangers lately, except for that guy who wanted my parking space. I have children who care about me. But I lack love, that romantic upsurge of joy and…

Writing and waiting, writing and waiting

Writers know about time passages. There's the percolation time as stories germinate in the mind, root around for a bit, finally reach their little tendrils into the light. Then there's the expanding/contracting time of writing the story - magical as it whisks by when the writing goes well, dragging on when the ideas don't flow…