“Confess your own story, not someone else’s,” has been my writing motto of late. Since the motto has served me well, I sometimes endeavor to pass on my insights, as I did recently, when an overnight guest of a woman who delighted me with show-and-tell details of certain events that shaped her life.
"I'm so happy you selected my home, Edith," she greeted me at the door. "So glad to get to know you. I'm in the midst of taking a writing workshop." Clearly my host, a musician by vocation, ...
|South Of Wheatland In Wyoming|
|Though I now live in Wyoming, I make frequent return trips to California with visits to travel club members along the way. At home I play classical guitar, enjoy gardening and cooking, and participate in group yoga. Getting together with family and friends is high on my agenda. I value people who write or make music and love it when my adult children and their offspring play their instruments, sing songs with me, or discuss what they read and write. Such gatherings help me cope with the losses in my life, which have been severe. Next year I hope to visit family in Germany.|