Final entry from a Big Sur writing retreat – part X

I long… I long to breathe in my son’s boundless energy – his youth and exuberance about damn near everything, while I still have the chance. I long to walk in England and get all giddy on Baker’s Street, to explore the pubs and streets of Ireland, while I still have the chance. Let meContinue reading “Final entry from a Big Sur writing retreat – part X”