Prescription of a Writer

I am a Writer.  I will always have ink on my;  Hands Heart Mind and  Soul.           “Gib pn! Gib pn!” I squealed. My mother stopped furiously writing in her notebook and stared at me.            “You want the pen?” she queried, waggling it back and forth between her thumb and index finger. I responded by stretchingContinue reading “Prescription of a Writer”