Not a beggar nor a wino

“Excuse me miss, are you local?”  I turn with subtlety to retort. . .   “you could say that”.  I kept it short . . . I knew what was next  I sit on the bench; you know to get myself comfy  For this jack-a-nory.  I already know the story. But I give him his glory. Continue reading “Not a beggar nor a wino”

Tears for fears…

The year is drawing to the end – praise be, A funny old year for my family and me. Two diagnoses of cancer a death and addiction, they all come to me with their afflictions. I’m a pretty strong woman who has her ‘sh*t together’, happy-go-lucky and rarely under the weather. But ‘Oh my gosh!Continue reading “Tears for fears…”