I am a Freelance Writer with a Passion for Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista ~ Always a Dreamer & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer ~ Ever the Student & Seeker
A Wanderer Longing for Freedom & Travel
Happily Lost ~ Luckily in Love
A Tribute to the Group Known Only As 🏡➕
If you had told me last year that I would spend the Pandemic locked in my room, playing a home design game on my iPad... Well, you might have gotten slapped at the stupidity of such a suggestion.
"I Love You, Mom" ~ In Prose Form
Some would say she is crazy, insane, bonkers, plum off her rocker. She would say that she lists a little to starboard. But if you ask those who know and love her best, than you would be well-informed that she’s brilliant, amazing, courageous, and so completely nuts that she will drive you to a madness much like her own. She is my strength, my past, my future, and my truest friend and confidante.
Mama Didn't Raise No Damsel
I was eleven years old the day that I successfully changed a tire for the first time. We were on the side of the road next to a bayou in southern Louisiana when our car blew a tire, and my mother seized the opportunity to teach my sister and I yet another survival skill.
Dreaming in Colors
“You're so pale,” they say – “White as snow, Skin like porcelain.” But what they really say is, “you’re so simple –
Where Gold Meets Grey
It flows through me, Like seaweed in the current. It bends and twists, But it never breaks. I feel its strength, And embrace its temptation.
Bringing Swanky Back
I have always loved everything vintage: cars, houses, fashion, décor, etc. Maybe it is the old soul in me, but the term "modern" really doesn't hold much interest for me. I love elegant sophistication of a 1930 Hollywood Gown.
I lick my lips, trying to provide moisture to the cracked and peeling skin that coats them, but my tongue scrapes against them and comes away burning and tasting of blood. I have no saliva from which to draw moisture and impart onto them.
Through the Depths
The strong wind lashed the rain against her cheek, and she felt like tiny shards of glass were shattering all around her. She fought to keep standing as the waves flooded over the deck around her feet and threatened to pull her back into the depths.