No Straight Lines

More Meandering

This was me leaving “the island” as my friend Terry’s husband calls it a couple of weeks ago on my way down to Tubac, Arizona. :

To be clear, this is not “the little island” that I’m always bagging on- that island deserves to be bagged on. Bastards.

At present I am in Redlands, California staying at my good friend, Rilla’s, house. I’ve been in this house twice before. Once with my ex-husband when he accompanied me to an SCBWI (Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators ) conference - the one he got the idea of starting a new company at. He saw a presentation by Dan Yaccarino where Dan spoke about saying “YES!” to things that you don’t necessarily know how to do yet and figuring it out… like Cal Poly’s motto : Learn by Doing …I’ll circle back to that at some point, but first, more about Rilla. This is her Substack. The other time I was here was right after I said “good-bye” to our casa in Shell Beach and literally closed the door to a chapter in my life that had felt more aligned than any has since… I overnighted here before picking up my Dad in Phoenix for the drive to Sarasota. I seem to come here at pivotal times. I’m here until around the time when her husband comes back from a trip to India. We’re working on a project together.