A thing about America
Yesterday a middle-aged woman unlocking her car door turned around and looked at me to say “I was trying to get into the wrong black car!”
Yesterday a middle-aged woman unlocking her car door turned around and looked at me to say “I was trying to get into the wrong black car!”
Publication is a ways off so I’ve been delaying saying anything about it. But I’ve begun mentioning it in my bio when I have a piece published, so rather than live in fear that someone will read my bio, we announced it.
The library no longer uses cards at the back of books to track check-outs, or small sheets of paper with date stamps.
I set off in a couple directions that didn’t go anywhere. Then I had a simple idea that worked out.