By the time Patricia stepped outside into the brisk Virginia air, the leaves were already on fire. She smiled sheepishly at the memories swirling inside her mind and heart. She pulled the crocheted shawl, irregularly shaped from her first attempt at the craft, tighter around her shoulders. Stepping off the wrap-around porch and following theContinue reading “Throwback Thursday: FALLING LEAVES, WARM MEMORIES (A Snippet from a piece written in 2020)”
This was written when Covid-19 hit all of us (and the grocery stores) hard.