The more time that goes by, two, three, five, seven, ten years our doubt increases. “You mean to tell me at 50 it’s over?” I ask aloud. To whom am I asking? My sister, myself, God?
And maybe we will be love again!! Who knows…..
Maybe in 9 1/5 days.
As always, can’t get enough of your writing. The beginning of it all. Smart!
You are the best. My baby blue buttercup. (Me getting all schmaltzy😂)
I LOVE hearing the back story of how Summer of Men started. CANNOT wait for more.
And maybe we will be love again!! Who knows…..
Maybe in 9 1/5 days.
As always, can’t get enough of your writing. The beginning of it all. Smart!
You are the best. My baby blue buttercup. (Me getting all schmaltzy😂)
I LOVE hearing the back story of how Summer of Men started. CANNOT wait for more.