A woman I’ve never met walks by my house each and every day. This in and of itself is not extraordinary. But her constancy is. Every day, at the same time, she walks, backpack on her back. Both straps fastened, limping. Hat and sunglasses on, even on cloudy days. In the summer, she walks with…
Author: candidkay
Experienced journalist, marketing exec and mother of two, I write about life as I know it. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes hilarious. But always interesting.
