dog walks

Lost

Lost

I write, because I lose myself and the world around me when I don’t. It feels like creation. Like evidence that I’m still here and there is time.

Writing and Walking

Writing and Walking

I’ve been obsessively writing for a few weeks. I’ve entered a secret world of words that I can get lost in for hours. Picture some kind of matrix scene where probes are attached to my head and I’m twitching and people are shaking me and yelling, “Maery! Maery! Wake up!”

Another Year

Another Year

It’s getting to that end of year time when we start to think about another year gone by. We wonder what next year will be like and what we want it to be like. What do we need to do or change to make next year better than this year? But I don’t know, 2015 was pretty good.