A Thanksgiving Memory

Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....

Guest Post at Breathe Conference Blog

Have you attended a writer’s conference? It is something I have wanted to do for several years. Finally, I gathered the gumption and funds to attend. I made a decision to pour some resources, time, and effort into my writing, and I’m so glad I did. Last...