By Maryanna Gabriel
I have come to the end of my book. At least I think I have. It's a wonderful feeling even although there are a million things left to do. Gosh, darned, just as I was just starting to relax, what did I go and do? I fell off a ladder and really hurt my lower back. I am so lucky I didn't break any bones. No more swimming with the beavers.
Am wondering if there is a connection between hurting my back and mulling over my back story. Back. Back story. Back to back. Get it?
Alright, alright. Enough of this. Easy does it old girl.
I guess I forgot to spread my wings.
