My Road

When I was a young writer it was therapy, when it was fun and came easy and I had not met my inner critic. It's much harder these days to sit down and put into words memories collected over the years. That inner critic has matured in to a formidable foe.



On my road I've walked, I've skipped, I've run, I've fallen, and like a child, too busy playing, been called home to dinner many times, by caring people.

I don't believe in the adage "I have no regrets." I do. But that is not what I want to write about. I want to share the odd and funny things that made my world go 'round.

So, stay tuned. If I can subdue that critic, I'll be writing often.