Until now, I imagined you to be made out of cold metal. I demanded you to never waiver and be heavy like a ship’s anchor to hold me still...
Dear Focus
Coming Home. How do I know when I have arrived?
10 MINUTE WRITING PRACTICE: Round ONE. COMING HOME. HOW DO I KNOW WHEN I'VE ARRIVED? Home. Ugh. Sigh. I desire to know what Home is. For Years I've journaled "Home is where your Heart is." Lately I've accepted I am a gypsy. So NOW where's home? It's not a zip code. It's not where I... Continue Reading →