by Kenneth Pobo our white sweet pea curls up and above the top. We don’t let the gate swing open for fear of breaking it, no longer use the back door until frost fells the vine. My cousin says we’re foolish—why cater to a vine? Oh well, we never did much like her anyway. A vine offers no opinions, makes no demands. Climb. That’s what it does— and so well….
If you’re a writer that thrives on feedback, a writing group might be just what you’re looking for. However, that’s often easier said than done if you don’t feel connected to other writers locally. Here’s a good video on how to create an online writing group that will allow you…
