I got up today to Valentine surprises.
Allen had already been to town and bought the balloon (which I found floating up out of the bathtub), the flower, the onions (I love sweet onions--I can eat them like apples. I've always, always loved onions. When I was a baby, and my family was traveling across the country, my mother gave me green onions to suck on to keep me quiet. Allen knows how much I love onions!) He also brought two cream puffs, my favorite pastry, and he's going to cook my supper tonight.
Such goings on.
In other news, I have two non-fiction pieces in an online magazine called Talking Writing. You'll find them here: