My husband is not much of a reader, one book a year is about his limit, plus a couple of wrestling magazines and graphic novels and a gazillion reprts on dementia and elders. He is smart as anything, a fabulous musician, an expert in his field, just not into reading for fun. Anyway, he looked at a couple of bits I have written recently and said ‘There’s a definite theme to everything you write,” which instantly had me intrigued. I’d love to know what my recurrent theme is.
He said “It’s like here’s a gorgeous juicy apple, oh, but wait, it’s full of maggots!”