You haven’t heard from me for a while. Sorry about that. Hope you’re okay in your corner of the world.
Truth is, my winter was long. Life closed in; was often dark and unpredictable. Our fourteen-year-old son nearly died of complicated pneumonia. I had shoulder surgery. My parents, half a continent away, needed my help as they transitioned into an assisted living community. My co-editor and I were sprinting to finish Poetry of Presence, the anthology of mindfulness poems that Grayson Books will publish this summer. I was putting the final touches on my historical novel. Mr. Trump’s election knocked me to my knees, and ever since I’ve been casting about for new ways to resist what he represents. Oh, and our family adopted a young cat, who introduced her own wonderfully crazy energy and (often costly) ideas about what it means to live at our house (oh, the repair and replacement bills!)….
This isn’t an exhaustive list, but you get the picture. I largely withdrew from public life, from simple exhaustion.
Now it’s late spring. I’m finally finding some footing. I’ve even started wandering out of my cave, on occasion. The long hibernation is over.
Thanks for bearing with me. Hope you’re ready for whatever comes next.
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