Asheville. 40. All good.

I’m celebrating and chatting more than typing and writing today.

But here’s a few snapshots of the adventures thus far.

We’re enjoying the cabin. And one another.

Eating. So many choices.

Shopping. Walking downtown streets.

Paying a skinny man in a puffy jacket on a street corner to write a birthday poem.

Which turned out to be a remarkably beautiful piece of written word.

Thinking about trying to convince Kevin to stand on a street corner while I write poems about people and the kids draw pictures for them.

Would you pay for that?

Sharing old stories about the Beth Babes.

Crashing a closed party in a downtown restaurant just to try to snag a photo of a 40 sign for the 40 girl.

It’s been good, I tell you.

It’s been good.