Waiting Lakes

The night calls and we wander out of doors onto the cool grass cricket silent the sounds of cities swallowed in trees and mountains and the darkness as our feet reach the water and we let ourselves go into the element we call home ~ Caroline A. Slee

Writers Write! Except When They Don’t…#MondayBlogs

The family and I went on a sort of writer's retreat this weekend. Well, okay, we beat a hasty retreat from 114 degree weather and high humidity and headed for the mountains. I was spinning my wheels before we left, writing-wise. My little guy, Moses, has a minor surgery tomorrow and it's been weighing on … Continue reading Writers Write! Except When They Don’t…#MondayBlogs