I’ve been away.
I’d love to say it was because I was in the places of my heart—hiking the Pacific Coast trail or the magnificent mountain territory of Wyoming, or along a highway under the clear blue skies of Iceland.
Nope. Alas, those destinations remain in my shoebox full of goals called a “bucket list.”
I’ve been away from the page because I was very unhappy—and I don’t write well at all when I am unhappy.
A part of my life had become unmanageable, like really bad hair. I left it uncombed too long, and it got matted and mouse-nested.