Feathers…

Sometimes…my heart is so full…that it’s hard to write…there’s so much fullness that it doesn’t make its way to my fingers…doesn’t come out on the page…I’m not sure why this happens…it would seem that it would be the other way around…when my heart is empty…or…only...

One Man’s Difficult…

Someone…recently described me as…difficult…my first response was…to think of all the ways that my…difficultness…had been warranted…of all the ways…that I was…right…and they were…wrong…to perpetuate myself…as the victim…of unjust criticism… Of course…Bertha…only let me...