February 28, 2017

I’m so brutally famished for what I want that I let huge blessings pass without notice. Maybe I’ll concentrate on that for Lent. Think of my students, the strivers and dreamers, who hang on words I don’t even remember saying. Think of the pink magnolia in the garden, finally repaying my effort. Think of Maud who waits for me to settle so she can sleep on my feet. Stop cursing God in battles at the edge of night. Think of having gotten my taxes ready to take to the accountants. I spent $1447.  on fees to send my work out to contests and publications. That was not known in days of old.  Received my first check from The Great Comet– surprising, gratifying. One thing worked out fine.