"I know," I squirm.
"You could just post every Tuesday and Thursday." Her eyes brighten with a little mischievous flicker.
"I do wriiite. I have lots of drafts."
"Then post one!" she giggles.
"I can't do that."
"Why?"
"'Cause they're all crappy, that's why."
She laughs, "I'm sure they're not, but how would I know if you don't post!"
I answer back with a quiet eye roll and a grin.
Nudges. Honesty. Smiles. Squirms. Laughs. Acceptance.
My mentor.
My dear dear friend.
My Ruth.
