I don’t have many quiet moments alone these days. When I do, I need to spend them reading my students’ writing rather than producing my own. But at present I’m sitting in the kitchen, in the early morning dark. I am alone, it is quiet, and I’m not reading anything. I’m writing these words. There won’t be many of them and they won’t say much, but you’re reading them still. And in that way we are still connected.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow Loom
A Report from/on My Stepmonster’s Kitchen
Crafty Cora’s First Figure Drawings