I love you.
I love you. I do.
I love you. I do.
the scent of amber rose petals sprinkled on your chest and beyond heartsong offered with daily gifts of poetry or love stirred into two cups with one spoon once you sang to me and i quivered once
a dog’s wagging tail friendly faces and toddlers my favorite cafe
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.
Someone recently asked me for tips on being a good writer. I thought about it and realize that it really applies to everything in life. This is all pretty obvious, I suppose, but it’s what I’ve learned the hard way. It’s advice I would give anyone at any stage of life: Find yourself. Get a…
Sometimes I wish I was on my horse and sometimes I wish I was anywhere but here
At least once a week, we drop off big sis at school early and go to a cafe nearby to do some freewriting or drawing. As we were crossing the street to enter the cafe today, my youngest and I waited for a shiny, black Corvette to park. It was extremely loud as the owner,…