I forgot the most important line in the post below
It was the line that explained the whole post!
And I wonder why agents and publishing people (whatever that means) aren’t clamoring at my doorstep? Which they wouldn’t as I live in a small tea party coastal city in South Carolina.
I feel like the foreign exchange student who people think has gold attached to my clothes—and they ripped apart the outer coat, took the gold and all that’s left is a bit of silver.
My street was supposed to have been paved last year. It’s become a major street with traffic zooming at all hours. I live in the center of a court so I’m protected from some of the noise but I walk a lot. Meanwhile the city’s building a walking field across the highway where people will have to drive to walk. And nobody sees anything wrong with that. Enough complaining.
The line? Oh yes the line I forgot: My father said: what happened to the concerned, caring compassionate girl you used to be? Now, now—you’re boy crazy. Just crazy about boys.
And I was.
You live in a town without paved streets? That sounds more like Michigan. You should have moved to North Carolina–they used to boast of having the most paved roads in the country… Glad to see you back posting!
small tea party coastal city
Is that in the travel brochure?
Two posts in one month, yea, one week!
My niece started 4-K last week. She only remembers names of the boys in her class, and “fell in love” with Beau on the bus.
Boy crazy starts at any age I guess