Not working on books for a while is scarily, seductively addictive. Wait, did I say that in the last post? If I did, I blame it on my sun-muddled brain. As I write this, I’m on a trip/vacation home to Osoyoos, in British Columbia’s Okanagan Valley — our own Napa of the North. And thankfully,Continue reading “The Art of Doing Nothing”
Sonia Nicholson 