A woman's privilege of surrender.
My hammock smells like an old musty sail. Everything is thick and sticky this time of day, this time of year, as clouds churn and work themselves into sweaty storms. As humans push against the heavy heat to "get it all done" before the sky dumps. Thunder rolls and lets us know how close we … Continue reading Summertime
Cuz I guess they're kinda cool.
A traveler folds her wings.
A short story from the sea, about repenting, reflecting, and allowing for angels.
A Thanksgiving love story.
Change chooses you, and all you have to do is let it happen.
Conversing with a conservative.
A break up song...sort of.
A pic tells 637 words.