Seeing is Believing
When I needed a photograph, I had to hand the process to someone else.
Author: Betsy
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.
Mended at the Cracks
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
End Not in Sight
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.
Shine On
Pandemic pounds? Self-negative? I am who I am and you are who you are, no matter what.
Two: Love in the time of Covid
We were there, noses pressed against glass with a line forming behind us. Waffles walked to the front of his cage, licked my hand (and barked at Art), and that was that.