If a cork could talk it would have a lot to say about how, when, and where it got stuffed into a wine bottle--all very entertaining, I’m sure.
I’m more interested in what that cork would say once it was popped, plucked, unscrewed or torn out with teeth. There’s a story behind the opening of every bottle of wine; always a when, without fail a where and most curiously a why. But the who -- well, the who makes each story special. Together they make a vintage vignette.
I have come to realize that any story I write, short or long, involves a bottle of wine somewhere amongst its tale. In recounting any stories, please be advised that they are my version from behind rose colored wine glasses and I will try to protect the innocent--in spite of themselves.
As for the guilty, they’re on their own.
Kyle Ann Robertson is a retired physical therapist assistant with most of her education coming from raising four kids. Her largest accomplishment to date: all four kids out of college, happy in their own space and paying their own bills.
Kyle lives on Lake Lanier with her husband and 13 year old cocker-poo. She spends her days playing with her two grandsons, writing poetry and blog posts, and working on her first novel. Of course, she spends her evenings enjoying a fine glass of Cabernet with friends and family.