projects and bits of gratitude by a mother, sister, gardener, animal lover, knitter & occasional writer
twilight …the most brief and breathtaking of anchors to a single momentthe most colorful of goodbyes from the loving sun.
twilight …
the most brief and breathtaking of anchors to a single moment
the most colorful of goodbyes from the loving sun.
“What the fuck is wrong with us?” she said exasperatedly, seemingly disgusted as she stared off into the sky. I wasn’t sure if she was…
by Stephanie Pas
I don’t remember exactly when I decided I wanted to homestead; I just remember it becoming a prevailing center of…
This post didn’t seem meant to be. I’ve already written it once, only to have it obliterated by mishaps in technology (i.e…
