Category Archives: the Tea in Me
“Serious Sitting” is what Pat Healy called it that summer in the Adirondacks. It stuck with me. I like the sound of that. She wouldn’t read, wouldn’t converse. Wasn’t knitting or doing crossword puzzles. She was just sitting. but very … Continue reading
This post is from last Saturday evening, April 16th. As I post it (spacing these out as promised) it seems worlds away. I’m tempted not to post it (plus it should come with a TMI ALERT!).