March 14, 2017 – Lamentations of a Pen

My pen died today. It inked its last line. And now, I grieve for my pen. I had become accustomed to its glide, its feel in my grip and, even in its latter stages, to its stops and starts, skips and skids. It gave me comfort to pick it up and hold it in my … Continue reading March 14, 2017 – Lamentations of a Pen