Knowing When It’s Time to Move On

Hope you enjoy my latest Urban Cowgirl
column.  It’s about moving, since I can’t seem to think about much else these days.  Maybe if someone else would unpack the boxes, I could truly move on.

For a related post, see Drop that Drill, Cowboy!

2 comments… add one
  • Stirring observations. Well conceived. But personally, damned scary to me. As I sit on the fence of sixty, I still feel my next move will be my only and final move– plot #65, bought with me in mind, way back in the early 1050’s.

  • Typo — 1950’s not 1050’s. Stiffening fingers and wavering eyesight can be burdens.

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