There are rumblings in my heart. The kind that are worth something if you let them take the time to fester about and turn into something. The grumbled up thoughts…
Change used to mean adventure, excitement, learning new things, proving myself in a new arena, making friends, and expanding my thoughts, knowledge and mind. It meant college and courses that…
As I rushed down the lane in the misty twilight to make the trek to Berlin, OH to pick up Audrey from her life as a barista — a squat…
Desmond has his barrow in the market place… Molly is the singer in a band… Desmond says to Molly “Girl, I like your face” And Molly says this as she…
In the mornings I awake to the slow steady sounds of my husband at rest and I open my heart to wonder……and so I shall write
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