Sometimes I find plot lines while hanging laundry on the clothesline, under the warmth of the sun, with the sound of the birds, which can be pretty mindless. In fact, my mind wanders quite a bit while I hang out laundry. Yesterday, it wandered into the pages of the work-in-progress, book two, Danger of Deeds…
March 1964, age 12, The first letter Looking at old photos, my daughter asked me how I found my pen pal Elisabeth. As with most photos, the story followed. The ad in Weekly Reader said to send in a letter, and the International Friendship League would match me with a pen pal. My father told…
I’m asking you to determine whether each of them did the right thing and whether it was for the right reason or the wrong reason. And does it really make a difference? Was it worth it?