The runaway writer, making every day an adventure.
I was almost ready to turn around and cut our walk short. The wild things were full of themselves. We'd already passed one lady on a scooter who caused them to bark and yank on their leashes - looking more like Hannibal Lecter than the sweet pups they are. The lady on the scooter laughed,... Continue Reading →
One day last week after a sunrise walk, the pups and I ran into a pair of identical twin sisters at the dunes. They were in their late sixties or maybe mid-seventies - hard to tell because they were wearing identical dark sunglasses and both had a beautiful head of dyed red hair - not... Continue Reading →
I am very lucky to have the kind of face, or maybe it’s the vibe I give off – or maybe, more than likely, it’s the fact that I am a perpetual eavesdropper who doesn’t even try to hide it. Whatever the case may be, total strangers share some really personal and powerful stuff with... Continue Reading →