The Raised Eyebrow

Musings From My Writing Life My mother had this thing she did with her eyebrow. That is not a typo. Eyebrow. Singular. She could raise her eyebrow quite high so it peaked in a perfect arc. It was very noticeable. When accompanied by a low murmur of my name or “girls,“...

Words … and No Words

Words …  and No Words    In between spoken words, there’s the communication that happens during silence. When I’m looking at my friend or they’re looking at me, my other communication tools kick in. Do they look happy? Do they seem happy?Sometimes tension...