By Right now, this minute, I’m sitting at my home-away-from-home coffee shop, in a tank top I got from a friend. This beautiful, blue, perfect-for-Blue-Moon-Day top has…well (am I really going to admit this in public?), has what we gals call a “shelf bra.” Meaning, I am in public, PUBLIC, without
The Writing Today
I wrote today on my insides, in my veins and heart and gut, no paper, no pen, while going through my mom’s clothes, both wanting to embed and celebrate her impeccable style and joy in my life by wearing them and wanting to wash away the fabric softener scent, even
