Just A Quiet Moment

After a busy morning out and about that included a trip to Costco because I wanted to get some pretty fall mums (of course, we came away with more than two pots of flowers), we settle in at home.

Gerry heads downstairs to check his hiking schedule and make plans, Makiya reaches for my MacBook to write, and I put my feet up to browse through a Mary Maxim flyer that arrived in the mail earlier (I’ve no idea how I got on that mailing list, and I doubt I’ll ever buy anything, but it’s fun to browse).

I glance over at my granddaughter’s furrowed brow as she ponders her story. Maya snoozes on the sofa next to her; Murphy is asleep on my lap. The only sound is Makiya tapping on the keyboard. There’s nowhere I’d rather be, and nothing I’d rather be doing.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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