Dear reader,
I know I said I was taking January off, and I meant it, but the truth is I miss you.
Sometimes people ask how I know when to write. With the holidays behind us, and all the foisted mania they bring, my beloved radio stations are back to their usual noise. This morning, while driving down the hill to check the surf, “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion started playing. I was moved to tears. Tears mean it is time to write.
Last Wednesday, T. and I parted ways