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.
Dreams, not what you think.
When I first decided many years ago to have a try at fiction, I realized that I would have to do things differently from what I knew as a journalist. […]