


Thank you to Christy at Poetic Parfait for inviting me on the Creative Process Blog Tour. It seems…
You find yourself in the lower level of an old ship. A calendar on the wall says 1682….
Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…
As I walked into the room, my fear and apprehension covered me like an invisible cloak. Heads turned…
As I kept my head down and pointed into the wind the rain/snow mix continued to fall from…