“Ruffled feathers and endless squawking over a minor difficulty is typical of a crow’s life. I lean back on the counter and realize that could be my line….”
A blog is like a snapchat in time, it appears, and within a short cycle is forgotten. It mimics the rhythm of our emotional life, the food one consumes, and the headlines. Unless Larry has said or done something memorable, I have no idea what I will be blogging about, until I open the page, and start writing. […]
I admit it, I past what I thought was a cozy house on my evening walk, and could not resist peeking in the window. The first thing I notice in the dimly lit room are two empty wine glasses and an open bottle of GiaDomella resting on a side table next to a worn double-wide chair. There […]
Living in the Gap 