I don't have anything, really, to share with you, dear readers.
I am tired. very tired. night after night of storms waking my little one, and worry about friends without electricity, and a late, late night, have taken their toll.
Any energy I seem to have is artificial, created tonight by red wine and chocolate.
I'm headed to bed, not writing a long post for you, not engineering the entries I had wanted to make into my book.
Going to bed, to sleep.
And perhaps, I will dream a new story. I have a night off from Boy and Cat -- our own boy fell asleep in the car on the way home from a playdate/babysitting time, and he sleeps still...
Sara Renee Logan has been telling stories to everyone who would listen since she was seven. She organized storytimes for her college roommates, and spent a year at Oxford studying folklore and folktales. Many years as a Waldorf teacher allowed her to tell stories about everything from Baba Yaga's hut on chicken legs to the water cycle to the life of Joan of Arc. Sara shares her life with her partner, Melanie, their son, and an unreasonable family of pets. She continues to share her love of storytelling and stories with audiences of all ages, specializing in bringing the wild beauty of folktales to young and old. Sara writes about parenting, storytelling, and about living a life with stories.