January, for most people, is a time of resolutions, and a time of resolutions broken. I’m trying for the former. On this, the weekend of both the MLK day of service and the second inauguration of Barack Obama, I am feeling a sense of guarded optimism. That extends to my own resolve to make 2013 a year of transition, a year of finding my words. Let the fun begin.
Published by Trish Deveneau
Writer of creative nonfiction, retired teacher, pet mom, mom of two adult humans, nana to two wee ones. Avid cook, yogi, gym rat, art lover; maybe too earnest for my own good. View all posts by Trish Deveneau