It’s a lovely image, there, of twigs, used perhaps to form some sort of art, a wreath, maybe? If I were in the mood to dissect that sentence, I would say there are an awful lot of commas. I am split. I have thoughts going in many different directions, trying to stay calm. My eight-year old has developed a twitch, inexplicably, over Thanksgiving. He has … Continue reading Bendy, Breaky, Twitchy, Torn – Please Circle the Wagons