Are you there, Muse? It’s me, Kathy.
Facebook is like my very own time capsule. Every couple of months, it’ll unearth a photo or a post that reminds me that my hair used to defy gravity, I spent a lot of time cutting up grapes for my children, and once, when I didn’t realize the house was on fire, I responded to the gathering smoke by gleefully exclaiming, “Hey, smells like camping!” … Continue reading Are you there, Muse? It’s me, Kathy.