...the things that dreams are made of…
Dear friends,
I am in awe, total eyes-wide-open, jaw slack, arms hanging limply at sides, torso leaning forward, butt pooched out awe. Think of Bugs Bunny in “Beanstalk Bunny,” stumbling onto Elmer Fudd’s giant carrot patch. It’s that kind of awe.
Look at where the good folks at the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow are putting me up for the month.
I cannot believe that I am not only allowed, but encouraged to live and work in this beautiful space. I can’t believe that I will be using this amazing kitchen for my class. I am just beyond words. I cannot get there fast enough.