To this date, December 18th, I have had the pleasure of writing for Patches on life, on ballroom dancing, on when I was growing up and about anything that I found interesting to write on. Sometime, I ponder, am I going to run out of things to write on? Then I hear a phrase, a saying, a comment from somewhere, from someone and off I am again, to begin writing about fifteen hundred words or thereabouts.
When I am finished, I get this delighted feeling in my head, my mind and even in my soul. I dance with my soles, I live with my soul. Two same sounding words, spelled differently and meaning a complete opposite in their intent and definitions.