will they do what I’ve done with so many of those photos? Say to themselves, “I don’t know who this is.” And toss it in the trash.
We all cry tears that are the same color
No matter what shade our skin
No matter whose blood is shed
It’s always red
For me not to vote or not to fly the American flag is to dishonor my father’s service to his country and to dishonor every individual who gave of themselves to give us freedom from George Washington to our current day veterans.
how many readers who take advantage of free books would be willing to work for nothing?
I will always believe Maxine had it right. This, it seems to me, is the key to contentment: Living the life God intended for you.
for my brothers and me, Maxine was always our favorite aunt. Hers was the house you could go to where you’d never be judged, criticized or disciplined.
There’s a long pause on my end while I try to process the fact that her husband is under hospice care, but apparently well enough to need condoms. I silently wonder if those are covered by Medicare. And I secretly think he deserves a high five.
a dear friend and fellow Cheeto enthusiast and I decided Cheetos can’t have that many calories because they are mostly air and most of what isn’t gets stuck in your teeth anyway.
Variety as they say, is the spice of life. Editing, I can assure you, is not. Like any true artiste, however, I am willing to suffer for my art. And so is my waistline.
I sincerely hope you can find a home for Scattered Moments. This story just reinforces for me what an amazing writing talent you have.