April was a bit ridiculous. I had two vacations planned and a visit from an East Coast friend in between. I got almost no writing done, but I was prepared and decided I'd spend the month collecting stories instead, and enjoy the gift of time to be with friends. Now that I am home, blissfully home, I am thrilled to get back to my writing routine. It makes me feel sane. My last trip was to Florida for eight days with the BF and his mother. We went to one or more of the Disney World theme parks seven of those eight days. It was the most insane vacation I've ever been on. Which is not to say it wasn't fun, it was. It was fun and insane. I had never been to Disneyworld, but for about five wonderful years in my youth I lived near Disneyland and would save up my allowance every year to go. I have cherished memories of those trips with girlfriends and cousins, memories of standing in long lines and eating enormous lollipops. Disneyland is a place you can navigate in a
"In the midst of winter I found in me an Invincible Summer." - Camus ...On exploring strength in its many forms: strong people, strong writing, strong curiosity, obsessions, stances, and loves. Strength as a concept wide enough to encompass fear, truth, vulnerability, and joy.