It’s been five months since I updated this home page. I don’t know how that’s possible. Blink. Poof. It’s almost Spring. In the meantime, Winter happened. Leaves died. People died. Part of me died.

And now we wait, for the leaves to be reborn. I didn’t wait for things in me to be. I’ve made that happen, a little bit at a time. I’m still waiting, though, for the writer within to awaken fully. I’m punchy and impatient, for the creativity and for the warmer temps.

Of course, they’ll be here before I know it. And they’ll be gone just as fast. Blink. Poof.

Try to catch a moment before it’s gone. If you succeed, tell me how you did it. And don’t say one day, and one word, at a time.

Tell me how you stop time.