My Gift For Blab…

9:46 pm.

I don’t have it! That gift of easy-going gab. And yet—when I read what I’ve written for Moth Radio’s handy recording-a-submission feature, I carry on for two days instead of the minute they require.

Who am I?

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About PB Rippey

Writer, mother, wife, 7th gen Californian, and keeper of the mini-zoo.
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