#OTR50 Day 112: For Me, Alcohol and Writing Don’t Mix

I know that there is a rich history of writers whose prose was fueled by drink. Me? One margarita and my eyes can barely focus properly to type this sentence. . .and I had to reread and edit that twice because it did not make sense at first. Could they do it because they wrote […]

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#OTR50 Day 90: Montréal Margarita

The sweet liquid gold in sparkling crystal | Allows me to imagine | I am somewhere else in time and space | You are with me and this […]

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