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.
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.
I earned my Birding badge in my ever-brief enlistment in the Girl Scouts. Lucky for me, the test was easy and even back then, I knew bluebirds from robins. That […]
I drove 250 miles this week, Plymouth to Brooklyn, NY. I’ve traveled I-95 and Merritt/Hutchinson/Henry Hudson hundreds of times. Traffic was light, the day bright, and for reasons that aren’t […]