As soon as I was old enough to hold a pen, I remember putting it to blank paper to try to write words. Pencils were not for me—smudgy, ugly things. Though I was very young, I liked the clean lines of ink, even when I really didn’t know how to make letters. To this day, much of my best writing begins with a fine point black pen and a lined notepad or journal.
In this section, you will find a lot of essays that began with a pen. These my perceptions on daily life, and things that I think are important. Some entries are articles that have been published locally over the years, but at least half were written just for me and you. This is not a blog per se, but my intention is to contribute fairly regularly, so I hope you will either subscribe for updates, or check back periodically. I REALLY hope that if something you read impacts or moves you, you will leave a comment to let me know, or share it on your favorite social media platform.
Writers live for that sort of thing. Thanks for stopping by.