Content Warning: This poem is about the death of my cat Tiny. 

There is a hole in me

One which cannot close

Just Wait…

 

‘Just wait until we get the smoke from the fires in California. Then you’ll see how bad it really is.’ Those words still stick in my mind, though I cannot remember whether they were in an article in the local newspaper, a post from a friend on facebook, or even a casual conversation overheard in the grocery store.

Just a quick pic of my current embroidery

Hey, Everyone!

 

So, it's been a while since I've been able to attend meetings, and since I haven't been coming I haven't wanting to take up time and space here, so I also haven't been posting. Sorry about that. But! That doesn't mean that I haven't been writing. In fact, I've been writing a lot!