A Family Of Writers
I stem from a family of great writers. It runs thick in our blood. Actually, we have ink in our veins. It all started with my father.
He wrote bank checks that no bank honored, my mother wrote recipes that nobody tried; my brother wrote novels that nobody published, my sister wrote poems that nobody recited and I write blogs that nobody reads.
I must be the black sheep on the family. Maybe I should try graffiti; at least the people read that. Even if they pretend not to.
A grand day to ya all.
