May 28, 1951
In the icon I'm eight, the year I got serious about writing. Now I'm 63, still serious about writing, and still trying to learn.
Every year I ask this: do you have a moment to share something beautiful--a picture, a poem, a thought, a memory, a surprise? I come back to cherish these all year--last year's got looked at every morning while I was in the hospital, usually during or right after they took my blood. (I can't even look at needles.)
Every year I ask this: do you have a moment to share something beautiful--a picture, a poem, a thought, a memory, a surprise? I come back to cherish these all year--last year's got looked at every morning while I was in the hospital, usually during or right after they took my blood. (I can't even look at needles.)