ALL THE KING’S HORSES IN LITRO
No red or orange leaves litter the road. No wild, fierce autumn storm. No tree limb tears through the convertible’s cloth.
DIANE GOTTLIEB
Diane Gottlieb writes open-hearted stories about people in pain who choose to grow.
Oh. I am right there with you in this beautiful, sorrowful, wishful place.
Thank you, dear Eileen. I know you are, as I am with you. XO