When I was a little girl, my best friend and I regularly pretended we were witches. We imagined her Winnie the Pooh collection were actually spell books. We whipped twigs around at household pets and fruit trees pretending they were
So I have a little problem. Not a big one. I don’t think. But it is a problem. I have a major tendency to stop and start writing projects. And I know I’m not alone on this. In fact, I
Image Source The convertible top folds down and tucks away as the car backs out of the driveway. The wind instantly fills your hair, lifting every strand deliberately off your scalp. Your hand scoops the air in an unplanned rhythm.