1 min readSep 19, 2020
This made me laugh. Bittersweet laughter, of course. At my age, with a grandchild, the years seem to last as long as - well, a butterfly rests on a fingertip.
This made me laugh. Bittersweet laughter, of course. At my age, with a grandchild, the years seem to last as long as - well, a butterfly rests on a fingertip.
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself