Several years ago, at a time that I needed help with putting books, papers, things in order, Daughter #1 told Susan about my need, and it was arranged that she would come to work with me. Apparently, she had serious trepidations about working with me.
Today, as I was checking out my purchases at my local craft store, I saw that the young woman who was checking me out had tattoos on her arms and upper chest. I told her I wished that she and I had more time because I would like to ask her about her beautiful tattoos. I told her that I planned to write a BLOG about tattoos. She seemed pleased.
I am taking a workshop, an 8-week workshop involved with poetry. We receive a poem prompt, every day. We are expected to write thirty poems before the workshop is over. That’s THIRTY POEMS, folks. When we began in September, I thought I’d never get that many poems written. But, I’m doing it! As well as attending the 5-6, one-hour sessions every week; during many of those sessions, we also write poetry to a prompt.