I’m back writing for a bit, but there’s no guarantee I’ll stay.
That’s an advantage of getting old - for me anyway: I stop feeling I have to do things and start doing the things I want. Which are often… well, let’s not go there.
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As I was lying on my bed this morning, I started to reflect on my exchange with Sally (not her real name). Sally came into class yesterday all in a fluster because…
“I was trying to think of all the things you taught me and my tummy got stiff.”
Wow. Never heard that one before. Your tummy!?