Life is like a merry-go-round.
One nice thing about having another place to call “home” is the certainty of finding a treasure you’d forgotten you had.
Such is often the case when we travel to South Mississippi.
Yesterday I drove to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport to pick My Favorite Domer up for the holidays.
Today I’m apologizing to all those drivers on I-10 for the stupid move I made that could have taken out dozens of us. Maybe more.
Here’s how it went down:
Let’s be honest here, okay? There are some pretty tacky ways families can “deck the halls” now, and a brief foray into a few new stores showed me just how much I’ve been missing.
Ever since I can remember, I’ve felt drawn to the South, especially during the long, cold, grey days of winter.
That pull has been exceptionally strong this year, when temperatures took an uncharacteristic early nosedive — and have yet to recover.
Excitement is in the air. I don’t know what’s going on, but mama is running around the house like a person on fire.
Which would you rather see, a sunrise or a sunset?
A few years ago, I went to a writing conference where we were encouraged to start building our “platform” before we were ready to publish our book.
(“Platform building” is basically marketing of you as a writer. It encompasses those things you do to engage potential readers and includes a website, blog, and social media.)
Have you ever felt the need to get away?
I’m not talking about taking an afternoon or a day off (though that would be nice).
I’m talking about jumping in the car or onto a train or plane and going away.