Coaching Writers and Seizing Joy

I’ve been sitting here for a half an hour, staring out the window at the weeping cheering on our drive and the holly across the way at the Lohr farm.  I’m just sitting and staring . . . and feeling very, very full and content and whole in a way I have not...

Art Building – The Barn Begins

On Thursday afternoon, two men arrived in one of those pick-up trucks that makes Philip nearly salivate – four doors, long bed, impeccable paint. While this machine was gorgeous – even by my standards – it was also practical – a necessity for...