IYKYK Me
My heartbeat, a staccato thrum of typewriter keys, leads me to kindred souls.
writing life
Time On My Side
I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
A Friend of Mine
What I didn’t expect (duh) was how much he would grow.
Seeing is Believing
When I needed a photograph, I had to hand the process to someone else.
Me Myself and I
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.
End Not in Sight
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.