Red Pants

I didn’t think it would take this long. Getting myself dressed, that is. I’ve been doing it for at least 35 years. You’d think I’d have figured it out by now, employing some quick system. One piece or two? Two. OK. Pants or skirt? Skirt. Ok. Long or short? Short. I’ll pair with tights or …

over it.

It's as if short snippets are all I've ever known. The daily "I should post that" thought is killing me--figuratively, of course. There was a time when long prose pieces were my thing. I didn't just want to write; I wrote and I wrote a lot. I wrote poems. I wrote about my day. I wrote a …