#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Charles River Ice

A late start. A shock, the clock reads 9:00 a.m. Wave is not home, and I have unintentionally slept in. It feels good. I don’t have to rush. I work on revising a poem. Walk, swim. Prep for tonight’s writing group, Putting Our Grandmothers on the Page, and then have a relaxing visit with my dear friend. It’s very cold. The whole river has a thin layer of ice. Tonight, a light snow is falling. The grandmother writing group is so powerful. So juicy. I am still listening to and loving being lost in the non-news of a classic novel, Return of the Native. Comfort food.