The gift of writing is to be self-forgetful...
Walk on air against your better judgement.
Wherever that man went, he went gratefully.
Irish readers, British readers, American readers: is it odd that I haven't a clue about how differently they react? Or better say, I cannot find the words to describe my hunch about them.
Two buckets were easier carried than one. / I grew up in between.
I don't miss teaching. I'm learning to take my time for myself.