It’s one of those days. Days I’m just too tired. I can’t think of what to write, so I’m going to do that thing that I learned to do with kids… I might send them to One Word and get them thinking about one word and writing about it for …
From the time I was small I was fascinated by the ballerinas atop music boxes. I was sure that at night the small pink one would wake and dance her way across my room. I thought they met, somewhere secret with all the other small ballerinas and tiny walking toys …
As usual, I am at the halfway point and I’m running out of words. And as usual, thinking of dropping out of 30 posts in 30 days. And as usual I’m having issues with my site—Mainly an automatic wordpress upgrade went through, around the same time as an ‘upload later’ …
