When our puppy sits at the door and whines, and one of us takes him outside, we expect him to pee. But when he doesn’t? We call him the puppy who cried puppy. You know, like the boy who cried wolf. So I’m afraid I’m the blogger who cried busy. Friends comes to mind. Hasn’t … Continue reading
on phoning it in.
You know those reunions that don’t feel like reunions at all? It’s that click, that spark and no time has passed. Maybe it’s been five weeks or five years and conversation picks up where it left off . . . the hugs are warm, the conversation is real and don’t call it a comeback, we’ve been … Continue reading