I’ve been accused, on occasion, of having a few screws loose. I’ll admit it. But that’s not what this blog post is about. I have never been accused, however, of being a loose screw—at least not to my face. But that’s not … Read more
Tapping along the keyboard, her knotty knuckles rose and fell like tiny mountains heaving in time-lapse photography. Rivers of blue veins crossed the terrain from her fingertips to disappear into the ocean of ribbing along the cuffs of her sweater. Unpolished nails … Read more
That durn Irish gopher! LOL!
I remember my youthful notions. Yes, there was a time when my younger mind had the crazy idea that “someday” everything in life would be perfect—loose ends would all be tied up, the house would be tidy … Read more