Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
Monday, October 5, 2009
Up Close and Personal
Outside our kitchen window sits an old iron forge. My youngest son hitch-hiked from Wisconsin with it. Given a choice he would have lived a 100 years ago. Some souls are just too fragile for this world.
In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
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