Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice
So please grant me peace from the demons I see. They crowd me and stalk me and won't let me be.
Senor Snail's Flower Bed
"I just don't get it!" Pouted the little ladybug that had been sitting in Senor Snail's flower bed for some time now. "Essy, you know how in Miss Tizzies class," Senor Snail went on to explain to little Esmeralda, then he mumbled under his breath exasperated, "when there was class that is..."
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished about a month ago in Families
My Very Last Day
I have prepared as well as one could in this situation. I have stacked box after box by the door of my old RV. Today would be my very last day.
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished about a month ago in Poets
On Hold
I'm on hold, I think. I don't know what else to call it. It seems as though I'm waiting for something. I'm not sure exactly what it is but it's clear that it hasn't reached me yet.
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 2 months ago in Poets
Bentley Blue Bojengles
Meet Bentley Blue Bojengles. Bentley is my Pandemic Puppy or so I've heard these puppies called, either given or purchased, to fill a void or a gap during a crisis such as America is undergoing now.
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 2 months ago in Petlife
The Wooden Photo Box
"I've got to make one stop before we go to your parent's house," he said firmly just in case she argued back. She rolled her eyes at him and sadly shook her head saying, "oh, no not this again. You've been doing this for the last ten years."
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 4 months ago in Families
I Do Believe
I do believe we are destined to meet certain people. Destined for encounters of the of the intimate kind. Quaint, quiet times you take with you where ever you may go.
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 4 months ago in Poets
Tattoo
"Your skin makes me cry." She whispered into the dip in his lower back. Just above where his boxers settle so sexy off his hips.
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 5 months ago in Poets
Warrior
I can hear you breathing. I can hear your silent cries in the dead of night. I know that you are frightened and only because of the distance between us I restrain myself.
Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 6 months ago in Poets
