There is a man at the pub, a very kind, gentle, thoughtful man, who thinks he likes me. He doesn’t know. I wish I could tell him. I wish I could tell him that I am not the smiling, fun-loving face that I wear in public. I wish I could tell him that there … Continue reading The Man from the Pub
I say that I am visiting friends- friends I met years ago while travelling and have who have kept in touch. I cannot say that we knew of each other even longer than that, that we had met online and knew much about one another before we ever got together. I say that … Continue reading What I Can Say
When the skeleton in the closet is the least of your worries, you know that life has gotten very interesting.