Writing as a Home

The easiest post I’ve ever written….

I look out the window from my writing desk.

What season it is, I can’t decide. On one hand, I’d love to see a freshly watered garden. The flora and fauna bright with a late spring shower that has since rolled away and let the sun turn all the droplets to glitter.

Or maybe it’s a frosty winter dawn. The air looks cold. The early morning when my family is w…