Krishna asks me to bring him lemons from my tree. That is not metaphor or a Hindu parable, it's a guy down the street who wants in on my citrus stash. He flagged me down on my morning walk, wearing one of those fluorescent vests like a lineman for the DWP, though I'm pretty sure he's unemployed.
Man, I really love your writing.
This is so good.
Love story isn’t it?
Been a midwife to homes and owners, and glad yours was easy.
Love story indeed, and yeah, painless birth.
That piece rolled out like a bushel of Myer Lemons. SweetTart.
I like the lemon tree lead--it provides the necessary breath and the start for the rapid narrative that follows.
That’s a first time homeowner story to match my own🤩
I just woke up and read that and thought, well damn, that's a nice thing to hear early in the morning -Thanks Holly, keep rolling
This flows like water. Stunning--Louisa wanting the house back really got me.