From a little patch in Evanston, IL I sit with my dogs, and my cats, and my fish and the birds. With my boys.
And I am grateful.
I run, and read, and garden, and parent, and wife, and daughter and friend. And make nouns into verbs and verbs into nouns.
And I write. And think and ponder and struggle and wonder.
And find ease.
And am grateful.
Real or not real? Right or wrong? Should I or shouldn’t I?
The Carrot Seed is about watching, and thinking, and being. Maybe with a little different perspective? Maybe a gentler attitude? Let’s see what comes up, just like my hero does in The Carrot Seed.