I don’t go to the mailbox every day anymore. There was a time when I knew to the minute when the mailman and his cache of letters would come. My desk in the Eyrie with…
For What It’s Worth
Coming Home – to pens and ink
I am addicted to fountain pens and ink. I grew up reading the old classics all of which featured a heroine who was a girl (like me) who sat at her desk at the end…