There are always some which flourish; some, that with the right care, blossom and grow and flower.
Those are the ones that sting to leave behind.
Author: WandC(D)
Writer, Feminist, Expat
Sorry I’ve Been a Shitty Friend II: A Pandemic Form Letter
It’s not you, it’s (Alpha/Delta/Omicron)
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas: A Poem For Tired Parents (Recorded)
Someday when they’re older, the children will get it
That parents do all the work and get none of the credit
Breathing Grace
Listen to grandma! If you’re new to this circus, give yourself some breathing grace.
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 