Should the authorities come calling, here’s the backstory…
My youngest grandchild, known as Weston the Wonder Boy, turned three a while back. He sleeps in a big boy bed at his own house but I’ve still been putting him down in the baby bed when he naps here. It wasn’t a conscious effort to baby him as much as one of those habitual things you do because you haven’t thought to switch gears.
When Words Come Due
Getting these thoughts down won't be easy. I know that as well as I know my own name. I also know I should be working on the manuscript that's under deadline. And I was, until this piece ambushed me. Words that have been politely bidding their time in the corners of my mind, marinating like nobody's business, have suddenly demanded to take shape in black