I’ve known for the last couple of weeks that I need to be writing more. About what–I am not sure. But I long to iron out the wrinkled up thoughts in my head. An analogy I use often when I speak about the importance of writing in my life. It irons and straightens out all the chaos in my mind, making me feel like a newly starched white button down.  Continue reading “Sabbaticals and Cereal” →