Month: January 2020

Gulp. I was mortified. So guilt-ridden that I hung up without saying my punch line, “Well then, you better go catch it!”

Where the hell is the finish line?! Are we even close?

I had to maintain a certain level of decorum in dealing with this bee. I was at a funeral after all.

I remember turning my cart toward her, with the intent of approaching her and saying hello when I suddenly remembered that Becky had died.