You are a lovely writer; always so genuinely you. I've loved your writing since my friend Lauren Gilbert recommended Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination, and I read all your books prior to it, then it, and now everything since. You seem the sort of person it'd be lovely to have for a friend. Thank you for describing your world to me. It enriches my experience of mine.
Heron by your towel!! I also appreciated the line “he was always only going to spit at me.” I have a few amateur dramatists/catastrophizers in my circle and their ability to take a close call into imaginary Armageddon is unparalleled. Love this examination of that mental fork in the road. And that heron! Braggadocio forever 🤘🏼
I love this and all the comments. I was once spit at and punched lightly on my arm through a big winter coat at 4 AM on my way to work. I was surprisingly not very scared but startled. He was just a pissed off old man that needed to be affirmed. Glad you’re home. Let’s plan the next big thing!
I am glad you are back. Looking for your towel made me wonder: where does one single person keep their car key? Does it swim with you? Your shoes? Your drivers license?
“That guy could have had a gun.” It seem from a distance that could be reasonably thought of almost anyone in Texas. It is had to even imagine when you live in a place that regulated away the private ownership of hand guns almost 100 years ago. 🤔
You are a lovely writer; always so genuinely you. I've loved your writing since my friend Lauren Gilbert recommended Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination, and I read all your books prior to it, then it, and now everything since. You seem the sort of person it'd be lovely to have for a friend. Thank you for describing your world to me. It enriches my experience of mine.
Heron by your towel!! I also appreciated the line “he was always only going to spit at me.” I have a few amateur dramatists/catastrophizers in my circle and their ability to take a close call into imaginary Armageddon is unparalleled. Love this examination of that mental fork in the road. And that heron! Braggadocio forever 🤘🏼
I'm glad you are okay.
I love this and all the comments. I was once spit at and punched lightly on my arm through a big winter coat at 4 AM on my way to work. I was surprisingly not very scared but startled. He was just a pissed off old man that needed to be affirmed. Glad you’re home. Let’s plan the next big thing!
Hooray! You're back! XOXOX Welcome back, my dear.
I am glad you are back. Looking for your towel made me wonder: where does one single person keep their car key? Does it swim with you? Your shoes? Your drivers license?
My shoes are on my feet (I swim in water shoes). I hide my car key. I generally am devil-may-care & don't bring my wallet.
All makes perfect sense. ❤️
“That guy could have had a gun.” It seem from a distance that could be reasonably thought of almost anyone in Texas. It is had to even imagine when you live in a place that regulated away the private ownership of hand guns almost 100 years ago. 🤔
Reaching for braggadocio when acccountability is on offer is the ultimate in hardiness. Hoping one day to live up to that example!