So my grandmother died. Not recently, it was almost a year ago. We buried her in October, at a cemetery…
Instead of suffering from sleeplessness, find joy in being awake at night
Time is waterRunning through my fingers.I try to stop it — to keep it,But to no availIt finds its way through.So I earnestly try…
Flaky fable.
Feeling frazzled Florence fled from future fiancé, Forrest.
Poem
My blood type is B+.
My name means flower.
The red country is deep;The air is still and quietInterrupted at times by a gust Rattling the dry, fragrant sage,Fluttering my…
A friend of mine keeps suggesting that I share my stories with various mutual friends.
That idea, honestly, disturbs me. Most of our mutual friends are smarter than I am…