Snow

All writers need to search for our muse at one time or another. This post first appeared on Jennifer Wolfe’s blog, mamawolfe. I set out to find my muse today. Long dormant under piles of paper, loads of laundry and unwashed dishes, her elusiveness is starting to wear me down. Like the moment when you realize …

I grew up in Detroit, where the snow hit the ground in early  November and stayed there through April. Snowfall wasn’t remarkable; it was a given. I was a Detroit Tigers fan and I remember, more than once, watching shivering ball players attempting to play ball as snow fell on Opening Day. Michigan’s license plates …