Oh, Linda. You are that determined flower that cracks the hard ground to show her beauty in spite of the world determined to stomp it down.

I've been swamped at work, busy at home, losing hours of sleep and watching my hair whiten and thin. Too busy to write well, but I write a little, if for nothing else but to respect the craft and its demand for effort.

I come to writers when my mind needs another room.

To laugh and lift the burden of an angry, stupid world, I read Amy Sea, and Kristen Stark for absurd humour. I read Claire Franky when I want to laugh at the small, beautiful struggles.

I read you when I need to find art. When I need to feel grace in world that cares nothing for anything subsurface.

It's words like yours that allow us to be beautiful. To find it. To look.

Thank you.