Lian Laii.Mitchell had a goal, and a grande peppermint mocha. He wrote inspirational articles about his lifestyle, a new one every day, sitting at…Jan 25, 2017Jan 25, 2017
Lian LaiMy Mother’s KitchenI hop the steps onto the small concrete porch and ring the bell, water running down my arm and fingers and onto the worn yellowed plastic…Jan 24, 2017Jan 24, 2017
Lian LaiCloud FarmsWhen the gold morning sun bust over the hill and lit up the trees and the clouds over the fields, now that was a pretty sight.Jan 24, 2017Jan 24, 2017
Lian LaiChildren of the SandWater skips; here an old worn ball splashes too tired to bounce, scooped aloft by a tiny pair of hands;Jan 23, 2017Jan 23, 2017
Lian LaiBlind FaithOver nights when music spoke our tongues we danced for conversation and some disconnected floating link within me found a place in youJan 23, 2017Jan 23, 2017