Today: I have an appointment with Rhonda today. She works therapeutic magic on my neck and shoulders. Shopping for a gift for a friend.
At my writing desk: Isaac Singer said, "The waste basket is a writer's best friend." The delete button is mine. I've overused it lately.
In the mail: An oversized postcard with a bio of Marianne Moore, an American poet. Diana used four stamps, including a 10 cent Robert Frost.
Praying for: Emma, Jonathon and Emily's foster daughter. Selfishness always hurts the innocent.
Thankful for: My lunch with Eleanor yesterday. We may or may not have have visited for two and half hours. No doubt about drinking too much tea.
Creating: Does buying paper feathers count?
I'm reading: Half way through "Love That Boy." Started "When a Woman Finds Her Voice: Overcoming Life's Hurts and Using Your Story to Make a Difference" by Jo Anne Fore. She talks about her fears, doubts, and insecurities sparkling much brighter than her trampled tiara.
Postmarking: Made my five. I'm almost done with cards for the week, but I have some letters to write.
Favorite quote: "Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking" (Naomi Wolf).