Hurdles line up
before me, am I
at the starting gate?
Who will hire me?
Will I be able to learn?
Can I leave the house? 52 more words
“How are you?” my friend asked me the other morning – an innocuous enough question, if the recipient is not suffering from chronic illness.
Apart from the odd text here and there, I hadn’t talked to this friend for months, so I answered a pat: 386 more words