The things that form us generally stay with us, tendons running along our bones. Sometimes they are baggage, sometimes memory, sometimes an informant on our actions and reactions. My dad died over thirty years ago a few weeks before Christmas on Friday the 13th. His passing and the holidays always means he’s especially in the ether of my mind, more so if I spend time with family in Maryland.
Great one.
Thanks Millicent
Love your writing and always look forward to an attitude adjustment
I really loved this one. Perfect title.
Boomers booming! 🎯👌🏼
“Yeah, it’s America. You can go wherever you want.” He replied in a Delmarva accent without skipping a beat, emptying a bottle into a shaker.