Labor Day weekend found me in my happy place in Michigan, reading and writing, beaching, loving on my aging dogs, and enjoying the company of dear friends. I wrote a couple of poems whose staying power remains uncertain—I’ll revisit them in a couple of weeks to see if they feel right—and was thrilled to get an acceptance letter from a new online poetry journal. My Labor Day labors might not bear any fruit, but labors that preceded them did, and that feels good. I’ll share details when the poem is actually published; meanwhile, I bask in acceptance. Continue reading →