I went to dinner with some dear friends last week to Camino Real in Surf City. We had tacos and fajitas and caught up with each other since it had been over six years.Continue reading “The Old Teresa. Day 227.”
When I look back and reread some of my posts, I fight the desire to cringe. I’ve become quite boring over the years.
I talk about my chickens, sustainability, road trips, writing, and I even penned poetry about some wild turkeys I befriended a few years back. It’s white-knuckle stuff, I know, but it’s dull. I’m dull. What happened to me? Don’t say it’s an aging thing because I’m not there yet.Continue reading “I’m Boring. Day 84.”