Aspiring writer and film-maker.
Dark clouds cast a gray pall over the countryside, ensuring shadows linger longer and darker. Unrelenting snows all but consume the earth and trap sleeping seedlings until Spring can take them in her warm and steady hands to wake them.
By Yvonne3 years ago in Fiction
I am my mother's savage daughter The one who runs barefoot Cursing sharp stones I am my mother's savage daughter I will not cut my hair
By Yvonne3 years ago in Families
There was a point in time I didn’t know the difference between lotion and moisturizer. Hell, there was a time I didn’t even know what contouring was, let alone how to do it correctly.
By Yvonne3 years ago in Blush