part 17, memoir
I love this one. The dialogue's superb. I love "Tell me about the winter," and the back and forth, ending with "Who doesn't love soup?" 💛
Being from L.A., I can totally relate to all things white noise sounding like the freeway. It's hard to shake!
This whole marvelous piece made me smile, and was the perfect thing to read by the fire, on this wintry day.
Thank you Rob! And (it's almost 80 here) I envy you that fire...
The line Sandra quoted is beautifully off-kilter. Who else would think of that? I also loved “Soup is in the air.”
Thanks Rona, off-kilter is a good way to describe it.
Reading your words is as effortless as following the little milkweed pod boats I used to sail on the creek that ran past my house as a kid.
"I had red hair and played the violin. I had never been cool. I had freckles, which I wore with jeans and a flannel." how i love this
Love that description of the milkweed pod boats Sandra. Thank you!
I love this one. The dialogue's superb. I love "Tell me about the winter," and the back and forth, ending with "Who doesn't love soup?" 💛
Being from L.A., I can totally relate to all things white noise sounding like the freeway. It's hard to shake!
This whole marvelous piece made me smile, and was the perfect thing to read by the fire, on this wintry day.
Thank you Rob! And (it's almost 80 here) I envy you that fire...
The line Sandra quoted is beautifully off-kilter. Who else would think of that? I also loved “Soup is in the air.”
Thanks Rona, off-kilter is a good way to describe it.
Reading your words is as effortless as following the little milkweed pod boats I used to sail on the creek that ran past my house as a kid.
"I had red hair and played the violin. I had never been cool. I had freckles, which I wore with jeans and a flannel." how i love this
Love that description of the milkweed pod boats Sandra. Thank you!