Wednesday, March 3, 2010
I'm at a writers' retreat in Palm Springs with dear friends - good work, good companionship, and great warm weather. It's odd though being away from our home and family. In recent years when I traveled I just left an empty house, had to deal with who fed the cats and brought in the mail, but didn't have a sense of being away from home, family, people I loved. NowI think about family life going on in the house while I'm gone, and it's sweet. I think I'm even a little homesick, just enough that it feels good.