This writer would enjoy David's class -- except she's way too young.

Yesterday we attended (as we almost always do) the weekly writing class at the Pawcatuck Senior Center, led by our good friend David. I'm always impressed by the bravery and honesty in the writing done by us senior citizens. We all seem to be willing to just open our minds and hearts and let the words spread out spontaneously on our notebooks (and laptop screen, in my case). When we shared out writing yesterday, several people were in tears as they read, some almost being unable to finish. It's truly a gift for us to be there each Friday morning, both to do our own kind of careful, truthful writing, and also to hear the lionhearted words of our fellow writers. 

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Later, we enjoyed an excellent dinner at the Mystic Diner with our good friends Andre and Joyce. Amidst the wide-ranging conversation, Joyce told us she had incorporated our hand-made Christmas card into an art project she had been working on,  and they shared this photo of it (below). Our card is on the left. I think we both felt honored that our humble card was appearing in a work done by a serious artist!