Some days it’s a fight to find a pen with ink that flows words fluid in just five minutes. I prefer the gel — black, though back in the day it was a fountain pen with cartridge — blue, that scratched battles across three-holed, loose leafs lined and ringed right tight in burgundy leather — fake, […]
31 Days on Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 15: Back to the Beginning
It’s dark. It’s early. I’m awake. He’s left the shades up this time like I asked (again), and I’m glad. I like to watch the morning come. Another beginning. I’m pretty sure he’s awake, too. I wonder if he knows I am. I’m still. My head and heart are so heavy with to-do’s and needs. […]
