I’m runnin’ sideways to keep from flyin’ today. So, for your viewing plaisir, c’est la: A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Someone doesn’t have the key. MA
I was out and about and grabbed whatever doors were available. Since I was in a parking lot when the mood struck me, I got back doors and side doors and a row of ghost windows. This is how ghost doors and ghost windows happen:…
My grandfather, as faithful readers of this blog know, was both kind and a lover of good food. On a previous Wednesday, I posted one of his responses to a dish that didn’t come out the way the cook meant for it to: “That don’t…
