Oct 11, 2022
My finger was poised to clap but I resisted. I would have left 100 claps but realized you can’t even do that. So I’m leaving no claps at all. None. Notta. Nuttin’. (God, this is harder than I thought.)
Written by Bonni Brodnick
Writer. Creative. Thinker. Humorist. Author of "My Stroke in the Fast Lane" + "Pound Ridge Past." A proud Stroke Survivor. Visit me at bonnibrodnick.com