I should preface with this: My job as a freelance medical writer, while perfect much of the time, letting me work at home and see my kids a lot, sometimes involves a feeling of despair when travel abroad is imminent. This might sound ridiculous or phony. Continue reading “A rendition of bliss written while slightly intoxicated in Madrid”
I turned on the heat and smeared some olive oil on the pan, added a patty of chicken sausage, cooked a scrambled egg, added cheese and gave it all to Sawyer. Ten seconds passed.
‘I done.’ Continue reading “Tom’s Diner”