I’m home after a few days in Atlanta for SalonLGBTQ. The conference ruled so now I have the automatic after conference exhaustion. Thankfully Roozle was willing to play “baby and mommy” when I got home meaning I got to be the baby who took a nap on the couch while she spent an hour “cooking” play-doh meals for me in the kitchen. Occasionally, I had to open my eyes and pretend to eat a pretend pancake, but other than that, a glorious nap.

It’s good to be home. Just as it’s so good to get away. To think. To talk about writing. To connect.

Right now my head is full. I have all the ideas and plans and things I’m ready to change, start, and grow. Life rules.

It’s good to be home.

Author: Casey

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