The real me is the woman in this window, manual typewriter in front of her but holding a pencil posed over paper. Deer nibble at shrubbery on snow-covered lawn, fodder both for her writing and for her life.
Or are they the same thing?
[Picture by illustrator Adrianne Blair in Faith Baldwin's Face Toward the Spring.]
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
There's been a heaviness in my heart since yesterday
when I heard of Robin Williams' death.
I know I'm one of many.
He made us laugh in so many movies.
And now to find out that there was so much sadness inside him.