Recently I’ve been thinking a lot about love. I told both my writing groups that I love them. They and some of my close friends (You know who you are!) have heard my story, read my junk, listened to my trials, walked with me through my struggles and never once coddled, judged or condemned.
Yeah. Feeling the love.
Some friends are like family. They come to your house, lay beside you on the bed when you feel low, and talk with you as if nothing is out of the ordinary. They’re the kind that show up on your doorstep for no reason with goodies, Continue reading