The real me is the woman in this window, manual typewriter in front of her but holding a pencil posed over paper. Deer nibble at shrubbery on snow-covered lawn, fodder both for her writing and for her life.
Or are they the same thing?
[Picture by illustrator Adrianne Blair in Faith Baldwin's Face Toward the Spring.]
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Glad Not To Be A Turkey
Sunny: "Aren't you glad you're not a turkey, Gray Girl?"
Gray Girl: "Uh, I dunno. What's a turkey?"
Cher: "I think you're both turkeys, you feather-brained cluck heads."
[Perhaps Sunny, Cher and Gray Girl would prefer you to think about vegetarian Thanksgiving themes? See link here.]