Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Getting Away

Last weekend I went on a woman’s retreat. Nine of us shared an unstructured two days in a cabin in a lovely little town in Alaska, eating too much snack food, playing board games far into the night, and talking.

I’m an introvert. Most writers are, to one degree or another. Writing is a solitary exercise and it’s easy to populate my world with imaginary characters from my books and the books I read. It’s good for me to spend time with a group of real woman, interacting, listening, and sharing one bathroom.

Life isn’t smooth for all of them. Some of these women are facing custody battles, health problems, depression, neighborhood feuds, financial difficulties, and romantic friction, but their courage is ongoing, and they haven't lost their sense of fun.

These are strong women. I wish I could write each of them a happy ending, but they don’t need it. They will soldier on and eventually create their own happy endings, because the only alternative is to give up, and that's not what these women do. I'm honored to call them friends.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Spring Flowers

My husband surprised me yesterday with my favorite flower: daffodils. I love them because of the silly and old-fashioned name, because they’re bright and cheerful, and because of the lovely but not overwhelming scent. But most of all, I love daffodils because they tell me that even though we still have snow, somewhere spring flowers are blooming, and it’s only a matter of time before spring comes to Alaska.

A bouquet of daffodils = Happiness