A to Z
“Hey Siri, am I a writer?” “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Could you repeat that?” “Am I a […]
Essay, poetry, Uncategorized
July 2020
Feeling the Heat
It was hotter than 90 degrees one summer day forty years ago. The sun was sizzling. Mom plastered us in
The F-words
My flannel fits. And the precious jewels of faith, family, friends, fifty, and even failures, hang proudly around my neck~they