If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
The last things I made for my miniature scene “The Gift of Sensitivity” were a book, a candle, and pea pod. From the beginning, I imagined the sleepless princess reading, so the book and candle were a given. Because the pea that’s under the mattresses can’t be seen, I wanted a pea pod on the... Continue Reading →
J.R.R. Tolkien wrote in a letter that “I am not Gandalf, … As far as any character is ‘like me’ it is Faramir — except that I lack what all my characters possess (let the psychoanalysts note!) Courage.”[1] Recently, someone asked me how Tolkien had the gall to consider himself like Faramir, who is wise,... Continue Reading →
I find many things interesting, which can be challenging. An example of the range of my interests is my recent deep dive into three of them: I attended a writer’s conference, a Tolkien conference, and a nature journaling camping trip in May. I loved each event, but if I had to stick to just one... Continue Reading →
The problem with reading a book I’ve never read before is that I can’t guarantee I’m going to finish it. In fact, the last book I tried is a Did Not Finish in my reading journal. So it’s no surprise that I opened my latest library book with a touch of trepidation. I reserved Water... Continue Reading →
I’m currently reading The Tale of Genji by Murasaki Shikibu, a 1000-year-old Japanese story generally recognized as the first novel. Thanks to “The easiest way to read more classics," I’m taking my time and reading just twelve pages a day. This means I’ll be reading this book for the next three months (it’s well over... Continue Reading →
