She is amazing and proud and brilliant and I'm having coffee. She's having water.
"No common sense," she says.
She reminds me of my daddy.
Beside her sits a powerhouse of thought and voice and reason. Brittany is writing a story, and I can wait, and I will wait, but her take on anything is filled with research and discussion and this little place could be Oxford writers at a pitch meeting. This child, grown woman, lady is writing about the internet but on the internet.
This should be the best one yet.
Today I am grateful for dinner, for writers, for stories, for people who are generous enough to give me their time and ear.
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