Thanks for putting my own bleak, black, begrudging thoughts into well-spoken words, and entwining them with hope and humanity. It was like being handed a flower by a stranger. We pick up our tools, weep our tears, count our joys, and step out once more, tucking that flower in our hair.
I was just thinking of you, Kathy, and all your life changes. I'm headed to Colorado for the writing conference again and remembering your lovely presence there two years ago. Any chance you are attending again?
Thanks for putting my own bleak, black, begrudging thoughts into well-spoken words, and entwining them with hope and humanity. It was like being handed a flower by a stranger. We pick up our tools, weep our tears, count our joys, and step out once more, tucking that flower in our hair.
I was just thinking of you, Kathy, and all your life changes. I'm headed to Colorado for the writing conference again and remembering your lovely presence there two years ago. Any chance you are attending again?