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In which we are a day late posting, and walk into the wind
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In which we go down to the deep, dark woods
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In which we go to an aquarium and look at shark teeth
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In which the river is high, the temperature is low, and we buy some clothes
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In which we walk along a lake and think about birds and gazebos
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In which we see old pictures of the author, and take a walk through time.
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I bought new sneakers for this whole walk thing, so I hope it works out. (They cost $20, they’re not *good* new shoes, but still.) Today’s walk was around a pond and wetlands area where my husband teaches. It’s a nice little area with a smooth path and never a ton of people. There was
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I knew about musicals from a fairly young age; I have a vague recollection of my grandparents taking me to see Annie at a dinner theater near their house but I have no idea how old I would have been. I know the first moment musicals became a major part of my life, however. I
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“Don’t you have a WordPress?” my husband said to me when I lamented that I didn’t have much of an online presence. Oops. I have some other places that you can find me, as well; ones that I am less likely to forget about. (Sorry! I’ll do better!) I’m doing my best to avoid excessive
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This past weekend was my favorite local convention – Cleveland ConCoction. I have a soft spot for this little convention. It’s the first one that I ever attended as an author. It’s still a thrill to officially be treated as if I know what I’m doing as far as writing goes. I’ve managed to pull
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About Me
Megan Engelhardt is a lapsed librarian and SAHM to four wild things. She lives an hour away from the Sasquatch Triangle of Ohio, which seems a safe distance. She writes in the margins of the day.
