Time On My Side
I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
I chose him. The scrappy scruffy rescued rescue stole my writing week. And my heart.
I want the blush of newborn. The velvet of rose petals. There’s nothing gentle about it. My best badass self is alive.
What I didn’t expect (duh) was how much he would grow.
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
Pandemic pounds? Self-negative? I am who I am and you are who you are, no matter what.
2020: Valentine’s Day was approaching, fast on the jingly heels of Christmas. Cardboard hearts of lackluster chocolates replacing candy canes and Hershey stocking stuffers. My holidays were dampened by the […]