Patti’s porch …

Patti’s porch …

My friend Patti’s porch in Williamsville, Vermont, is one of those places in the world that forms still life images that are indelible.

I’ve sat on it, in winter and summer, spring and fall, but it never quite leaves me.

When I was there last, the remaining vestigates of winter were still apparent. And yet I gamely insisted on wearing my summer Keds, despite the mud.

As a writer’s retreat, it was a perfect place with just the right amount of mist to enshroud me as I strung together the words I needed to propel me that much further into my book, A History Of Women’s Boxing.

Now that it’s acutally sitting with the publisher, I carry the images from Patti’s porch as some sort of proof that writing is a labor of love, no matter what its purpose.

A road to travel.

Maybe to arrive some place and maybe not.

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