Dear Ninja
When I lost Ninja this week, I realized that the worst thing I could do would be to wander away from my writing – whatever form that may take.
When I lost Ninja this week, I realized that the worst thing I could do would be to wander away from my writing – whatever form that may take.
When I was a kid, I had a taste for Coca-Cola. Nowadays, I prefer a nice rich cup of coffee to a sugary or fake-sugary soda.
Note: This was written on Thanksgiving, but due to unforeseen circumstances I was not able to post it until this week. Ninja passed away December 7th. The snow is audible – wet and icy – as it hits the windows and the back of the air conditioning unit. It sounds like rain, and is intensifying […]