I don’t mean to sound like the Me and Mrs Jones song
But me and my writer-friend
Have this thing going on.
We have been meeting at the same cafe
on Friday
around 10am
to discuss our writing.
We talk about our
projects
pains
pleasures
and our passion for writing.
We talk…
I facetimed my 83-year-old BFF this week. It took her a couple of minutes to focus her camera, and while she was doing so, she said, “Don't hang up, Kiddo -- I’m going to figure this thing out.” I settled on my couch and waited for the shaking to stop and her face to pop…
I was sitting outside when the hummingbird fluttered past the purple petunias Nancy gifted me. I shifted in my new blue chair to see the hummingbird better, but it flew away. It returned a few minutes later to drink nectar from the red kalanchoes, Joy dug up from her garden and gave me two years…