Ah! I love hearing it’s your mother’s birthday, as I’m rereading your book. Actually, reading it for the fist time; the first time around was the audiobook. I love Barton Springs. Haven’t been in maybe twelve years. Is it very cold at this time of year?
Any mention of your mother feels like a celebrity sighting since I read your wonderful book.
Ah! I love hearing it’s your mother’s birthday, as I’m rereading your book. Actually, reading it for the fist time; the first time around was the audiobook. I love Barton Springs. Haven’t been in maybe twelve years. Is it very cold at this time of year?
“Like ancient Greek philosophers” 😂👏
Happy birthday to your mom and peace to Michael and his loved ones. I like his story too.
I love this one. We got to know Michael and his old dog Blue years back in the neighborhood and out at the Dobie Ranch. His memory is a blessing.
Love every word of this, but I think that:
A raccoon in the parking lot
regards me, decides I’m a cop, bolts
is a poem.