I’m diving into my guest room today because it’s got to get cleaned out. Diving is the operative word because it has become the repository for all “things that have no place.” Do you have a room like that? Oh, an extra blanket? Throw it on the fold-out couch in the guest room because guests…
Tag: Write Every Day
Please Pardon Our Distraction (Write Every Day #4)
My morning quiet. I cherish it. It’s in the quiet of daybreak that I can think . . . and it’s the best time for me to write. If I don’t write as I sip that first cup of morning coffee, the noise of the day gets too loud and pulls me away from that…
When Dad Built Us Forts (or holes in the sand, with benches to sit on): Write Every Day #3
That’s my sister’s foot on the far right side of the picture. I think I may have cropped her out when I saved the shot, although you shouldn’t read too much into that. I think I just wanted a picture of just Dad and me, playing in the sand. I may be four years old…
Barbara Ganias Comstock 