I’m sitting on the porch of my new property, which I am calling ‘StudioBe”. The new sofas for the upstairs offices have all been delivered and are being unpacked and set up, as we speak. The gardener is here to mow the lawn and, as I write, the smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of Snatam’s voice are deliciously tickling my senses. It feels right to be here. …
Reunion: Part One
Today, I sit in my bedroom, as I write. It is Thursday, not Tuesday, which is my regular writing day and I am, obviously, not at Rooster. I have two hours to get this week’s article written before I leave for my sailing class because, tomorrow, I think I’m driving up north again. Of course, I’m not complaining, however I do find it interesting because I’m pretty sure I have …
