I am doing lots of painting. I am pretty sure there is not a single article of clothing that does not have a splash of paint on them. Not counting bra’s or underwear, because painting in my unmentionable’s is a level I have not achieved. Yet. How am I? I get that question a lot, … More FORWARD
—————————– I hold within my palm a rock it is smooth and shaped like an egg the colors like calico wet with rain it comforts little my ache it mends me not when torn it is just a rock and it lays in silent jest if it had a mouth it would be smirking “I … More Keepsake
My son would have turned 20 yesterday. Moving out of his teens, something to celebrate. But he will be forever 19. I made it through the day ok. I think with all the crying I have done in the last two weeks, was a preparation for when his birthday would arrive. Today, I finally started … More SEEDS
INTO THIS DEEP 