Greetings from my mother’s kitchen table. The kids and I are halfway through a not-quite-two-week trip back east to visit family in NYC and New Jersey. It’s been a wonderful visit so far. I miss my people and these places so much when I’m in exile in Portland. But.
I love this. When I’m frustrated with the new book, I cheat on it with a novel, and though I have not had this particular problem in this book, I know it in many other attempts.
I love this. When I’m frustrated with the new book, I cheat on it with a novel, and though I have not had this particular problem in this book, I know it in many other attempts.