I think of her and that Place The Place where I shut the Door. With all my strength Unhappy no more. Now I pray that, Well, I don’t know yet. What’s next Next. Assume the next line on my resume Where my car will park for most of the day Early mornings, late nights, sunrises,... Continue Reading →
“No, What Do You Really Do For Fun?”
“I read and write, Grandma!” My 95-year-old grandmother just wasn’t buying it. In our last phone call, the conversion led to shows we watch on television and what I do on the weekends. I responded with some cooking shows and The Bachelor (duh), and of course, reading and writing. I think she finally just gave... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 