He never took the alley home, but he did when we came back from our anniversary week at the resort. The rear garage door creaked and rumbled from disuse, stuck partway, then inched up far enough for him to pull in. I was afraid it would stick, but it closed more smoothly than it opened.
Wednesday is Food Day here, so today’s post has food in it. I’ve been a bit dark this week, but today’s post is, I think anyone will agree, jolly. The Frog Sandwich and magic milk are things I made for kids and grandkids. Yeah, we…
No, I’m not away for the day. “Absence” is the name of the story. It’s longer than yesterday’s but shorter than the others I’ve done so far. I said yesterday that I love writing exercises. This was one. I pulled three words out of a…
