Be the Sunrise
I am not at home. I am up the Massachusetts shoreline a bit from home, at an annual writers’ retreat. This group has been meeting for decades. The beginning years […]
I am not at home. I am up the Massachusetts shoreline a bit from home, at an annual writers’ retreat. This group has been meeting for decades. The beginning years […]
What I didn’t expect (duh) was how much he would grow.
When I needed a photograph, I had to hand the process to someone else.
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.
Pandemic pounds? Self-negative? I am who I am and you are who you are, no matter what.