A flibbertigibbet. A will-o’-the wisp. A crow.
My shiny new obsession feels like destiny. Let's see if the Universe finally agrees.
For the last decade, I've been compiling drafts for different books (nonfiction and literary nonfiction), retreats, workshops, self-reliance practices, and self-improvement sessions. A two-drawer file cabinet filled with files, research materials, drafts, etc. about homesteading, gardening…
