Facebook has allowed me to keep in touch with friends from my childhood. I can see photos of husbands I’ve never met and children I’ve not seen since they were new borns. But I still feel a connection with these people who are now grandparents like me. I still see freckled faces and shy toothless grins, skinned knees and bruised hearts. We couldn’t wait to … Continue reading Friendship 

Who Am I?

Who am I?Lately I’ve had to write a couple of biographies for different events for my writers group. In a hundred words or less tell us who you are? Who am I? Wow, if that’s not a loaded question I don’t know what is. Who am I as a writer? Hell, I’m not even sure I know who I am as a person.  I’m a … Continue reading Who Am I?