We got lost on the roads of our childhood when we had to take a detour, but we retrieved some memories and created new ones.
I read about other writers’ getting in touch with their muses and set on a mission to find mine. I made a few mistakes along the way and had some surprising encounters.
I love turnip, so it’s not a stretch for me to see pumpkins replaced by my beloved root vegetable, but this may be more difficult for the general public. With the sickening return of all things pumpkin spiced, are you open minded enough to see this as welcome relief?
During my vacation, I wandered the streets like a vagabond, and by the fourth day, I summoned the courage to talk with one of the real street people. This is part 2 of my conversation with Susan.
During my vacation, I wandered the streets of Portland like a vagabond, and by the fourth day, I summoned the courage to talk with one of the real street people. This is part 1 of my conversation with Susan.
I don’t like to travel, but I spent part of my vacation in Portland impersonating a street person. It was hard. And I had some unique experiences.
The bruises have healed and the picnic table has been carted away, but I have been left with a strange phenomenon. PTSD – Picnic Table Suspicion Disorder.
Mum was a connoisseur of pancakes, having strict criteria for the definition of perfection. I love Mum’s recipe for pancakes and I know you will, too.
One day when I was a little girl I was excited about going to the circus. But that is not the part of the day I’ll never forget. What could be better? I’m glad you asked.
My staining behavior has taken its toll on my clothes and my relationships. I believe I’m on the right track now. One day at a time.