As I turned to move, Ruby’s hand, the hand that lives on my neck and shoulder and is so much a part of me I imagine its pulse linked to my heart, not hers, suddenly lost its grip and, as had only ever happened when my sister was very sick, my...
I have never looked into my sister’s eyes. I have never bathed alone. I have never stood in the grass at night and raised my arms to a beguiling moon. I’ve never used an airplane bathroom. Or worn a hat. Or been kissed like that. I’ve never driven a...
If you have a few free minutes, at any time during a Saturday, why not pop over and visit Sherry at her blog site www.semicolonblog.com ….She hosts a great meme, each and every Saturday, where you can leave your site link to any review you have...