10/17/17
Writers
16:32. Got my car, saw the house. And, the neighborhood. Horrible. Sobering. No words. Had a late lunch, […]
The conference room giving me odd and curious, borderline hostile vibes today, right now. Not that I’m getting […]
And my mind is not only open, it’s dedicated, solely to the wine I’m sipping. I’m forgetting every […]
Decide what, to not do that, be that, be like them– Path self-carved. Immense.
Kin, one of our preferred stops, spots, restaurants with all its activity and offerings. No babies in the […]
Circles. Thoughts and laughs And trying to keep Self young. How am I doing. Do I want To […]
and do… no escaping the story. There’s nothing that changes the narrative except you… so, just DO.
revealing. So I follow it to what it wants to show– moons and sunsets, stories and scenes.
“I think of that pink wine when I hear Zinfandel. Is that wrong?” 40-something woman says. “Well, it–” […]