Yes, Someone Keeps Leaving Flowers On My Front Doorsteps

Flowers by Hudley It was my true days of independent living on the east coast where I learned to be truly responsible for others besides myself. I was alone living in the maid’s room converted into an apartment of a four-story lovely old Victorian house. 1990. “Can I buy you another coffee?” I said to … Continue reading Yes, Someone Keeps Leaving Flowers On My Front Doorsteps