Tag Archives: Harried-O-Meter
Love, mortal peril, la dee da
Last week, on a day which erred on the “harried” side of the Harried-O-Meter, I went to lunch with my friend Hardy. Since he had his car with him at our place of work–hosanna!–we were able to wander further afield … Continue reading
Filed under Edna St. Vincent Millay, Poetry
