thoughts on a wintry day

Well, winter is here for sure and I for one am glad. I enjoy this "folding in time" which is to say there are not a boat load of "to-do" items. It is a pleasure to be able to read and rest and consider the things I want to include in my writing.

In November one of my favorite poet-teachers died: Jack Myers who was my second semester advisors at Vermont College. He was wise and witty and very encouraging. I learned so much from him and continue to hear his voice in my head when I write. Glad for that too. I can count on the fingers of one hand those who have influenced my writing: Mrs. Emery (5th grade teacher), Virginia Parsons (high school English teacher), BH Fairchild (Cal State University), and Jack Myers (Vermont College). Thumbs up to these wonderful mentors.

On a personal note, I am really missing my daughters. I am not unhappy with my decision to move to the east coast, but would really love to sit around my dining room table for a wild game of scrabble, or UNO, or SkipBo. Miss those family game times. Miss my lovely girls. We should plan a girls vacation someday soon. A cruise to the Carribean would do the trick.

Well, enough for now. Write something today and don't care if it's good or not. JUST WRITE.