(A nice little photo I took with my phone while looking out the window of my office of…
We are just about to the end of my memoir, my exercise in revisiting each chapter and sharing…
Carousel horses go up and down. Carousel horses are lost, never to be found. Carousel horses go round…
Poetry for the Day 11 prompt -Â Unleash the Soul in Me, from 451 Press Poets new beginnings January…
I will carry my “Monday Morning Mojo” with me throughout the day. Although, the skies may be cloudy…