a journal and a journey
NYC. Springtime. This year, it’s different. I am home. In the heart of this pandemic, I am fortunate enough to stay indoors, sequestered in my quiet space. I am often seated at my desk, staring at a computer screen while surrounded by piles of precariously …
Some time ago, I took on a “write a haiku a day” project as a way to discipline myself to write creatively each day. It would be about anything and everything – capturing whatever my mood, feelings, and thoughts were in that moment. At the …
A chorus of birds welcomes me to the morning. The sun is smiling. There’s a delicate fragrance permeating through the window, and I follow the perfume to the white blossoms on trees that stand along the empty street below. Spring greets us, but we keep …