IYKYK Me
My heartbeat, a staccato thrum of typewriter keys, leads me to kindred souls.
My heartbeat, a staccato thrum of typewriter keys, leads me to kindred souls.
I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
When the pandemic hit, I was suddenly in the perfect work place. I was working hard, writing the heck of things, finishing a whole book.
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.
Don’t be afraid to keep it real.
If I could rewire the world, I would. It’s been a wild Spring to Summer and heading into Fall. I do know that nothing lasts (as in bad things) — […]