 After these months of isolation, there is something indefinably sweet about walking down the path, peering into the kitchen next door, and saying “Good morning!” to my son and daughter-in-law, busily prepping and chatting, background show tunes dancing in the air. It’s especially sweet when they serve up a brunch of shakshuka-inspired poached eggs over sautéed chard with onions, cotija cheese, fresh cilantro, and lime out on the front porch. My 60th year in 60,000 words Day 306: 70 words, TOTAL = 50,243; 9,757 remaining |
AuthorRobin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families. Archives
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