That One Time I Remembered I’m a Writer
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
Funerals and planes.
Yeaaahhhhh. We’re back to this again. But hold on! It’s a good thing. Honest! You know how sometimes the planets align or the flaming arrow flies through the rings or [okay, insert your own #itsasign metaphor here]? Well, that’s been happening.
First, it was about what was inside of me bubbling up, or as Caleb (affectionately known as John-Boy) and I like to toast with our sparkling ciders, “Effervesce, baby!”
But this week, it’s been about the arrows pointing at me. Not like painful arrows, although yeah. There’s been a few of … read the rest. . .