If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
On Friday, I talked about my mother's willingness to plant baby trees even though she doubted she would ever enjoy the results. Growing trees takes lots of work over many years. You plant your seedling, water it and feed it. You wrap it to protect it from deer or cold weather. As the tree grows,... Continue Reading →
I've started my drawing class. Drawing is proving much more emotional than I expected. I'm swamped with anxiety whenever I pick up my pen or even think about picking it up. I keep drawing shaky lines because my hand is quivering. I don't know where this fear is coming from. I hope I can work... Continue Reading →
