It’s really a weathered post. But I ask you: What does it look like this way up? A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Something or someone is horrified. MA

Had a surprise visit from Joe the other day. Joe is our late dog. Well, actually, he was our oldest grandson’s dog, but Joe grew to be too big for their little house, so he came to live with us. He was always Dillon’s dog,…
When #4 daughter (now a soon-to-be-published author) was wee, she was a big fan of pitty flahrs. If you speak weeish, you know that means pretty flowers. I’m very partial to them, too, and always look forward to spring, in part for their sake. Or…