the problem with my daughter as my writing muse

“Will you be OK if I write this?”

The thought had never occurred to me until recently. And as I had been thinking up my next piece, I turned to my daughter in the kitchen and asked her that question.

She kinda laughed and half rolled her eyes.

“Does it matter at this point?”

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