When I try to recall what my first memories were, I get quick uneven snapshots in my mind, nothing neatly laid out or in any recognizable order. Although I remember a few things before kindergarten (like the shapes my father used to mow in the grass for us or an old organ my great-grandmother let […]
Percolating
It’s no mistake that several of my posts in the last week have been about waiting and playing. Can you tell ideas are percolating? It’s true. They have to simmer a while before I can put an outline down…then put pen to paper (or fingers to the keyboard). I’m still stuck on bits of that […]