Last month, I thought the attorney with hair like George Clooney got mad at me because I hate gerunds (passive verbs with –ing), but yesterday he laughed about it. The same goes for the man I call Freckle Head. I don’t mean to be disparaging, since my dad and all my uncles have freckle heads and it’s something I like a lot, but my mother’s side is filled with Asperger/autism tendencies and I tend to be too blunt. He laughed when he asked what I would say about his recent piece.
Mrs. Warmth is also an attorney but she feels like a sweet mother. She gives me so much with her accepting nature that I almost don’t hear her suggestions. Mrs. Warmth’s blue eyed husband is the antithesis of me, but his comments put my head into a tailspin, which is always a good thing with editing. A female therapist seems skittish and yet complete. My take on her is….I can’t call it.
Sometimes intuition can work well and help guide us. Other times it’s like a firework dud.
I do know I get something sweet from everyone
I meet. A philosophy, a smile, a held
door, a laugh. I used to miss so much
when I was young, but now I pay attention.
My days fly by and my nights envelop me.
Where a nightclub with live music used to be on my favorite list, people
and words and love and beauty top it now.
I like my writers group. They give.
To give is to live.
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