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A Garden of Words I love to garden. I started when I was about 10, taking a portion of the backyard plot my father had tilled. He...

“If you want to write, read.” Variations on that sentiment have been expressed my many writers over the years, and in this Internet...

My writing desk sits against windows that look out onto the parking lot of our apartment complex, a small grassy area and onto a two-lane road. So I see a lot of people walk, run and bicycle by, as well as myriad cars throughout the day. There is one particular woman who passes by my window every morning, no matter the weather, between 9:30 and 10 am. She is petite, and of indeterminate age from my vantage point--although judging from the way she jogs, I would guess anywhere