Three long months later, I sit at her bedside re-reading what I’ve written so far. Shocked at the poetical way… Read more Mercy, please.
When they were toddlers, I missed them being babies. Then when they were teenagers, I missed them being little kids.… Read more Remembering the past at the expense of the present
I hope it rains a little at home so I don’t have to water the flowers. I hope it doesn’t… Read more What do you hope for?
Momma is sick. I keep having these strange reveries, when my mind goes down dark tunnels of worry. I don’t return until… Read more The tincture of time
I recently had a little photo slideshow project that required scanning tons of old photos and newspaper clippings. Anyone who… Read more Favorite New App: PhotoScan