Words I needed to hear so I pass them along in case you need to hear them, too..
On September 12, 2001
I stood before my class
of confused and scared third graders
BIG CHANGES in small steps.
Like the man who bargained
from a red paper clip
to a house.
With my key in my pants pocket, I head out the door for my last writing time at Highlights. My favorite spot to write is the porch at the lodge, tucked in a blanket, music on, bees buzzing and butterflies lighting on the hyssop.… Continue Reading “A Key and A Song”