My second book was written at the kitchen table. And while that has its pleasures, it's so sweet to have my own room again.
We recently moved into a new house, and I finally have a room, with a door I can close, and a window. This new window again looks over the ocean and the mountains. I've filled it with most of my poetry collection, and a mug of my favorite pens. And my daughter, now five, has decorated the walls with colorful portraits of the two of us together.
Nothing could be finer than this space. I'm so filled with gratitude.