just when i think i’ve absolutely had it with facebook and its gossipy and passive agressive ways, something beautiful draws me back in. typically it’s an animal rescue story, or an interesting article or post from my thousands of “likes,” such...
yesterday morning the baby birds chirped hungrily and happily for mama; their sweet, melodic peeps piping through the open, french doors, awakened me as the sun peered through the bouncy, cheerful, white clouds against a slumberous, blue sky. one of the few mornings...
monday morning kisses to you m’loves. here are a few shots of what’s been going around, ’round here. my mother is growing her own grass. maybe to drink, maybe to smoke. i don’t care. i think it looks cool. she’s also downsized and...
dude. talk to me. who has read the age of miracles by karen thompson walker? i was knocked off my axis {pun intended} by this apocalyptic, coming of age novel. not a page-turner nor action packed, and tis definitely not a witty, dialogue driven, or even prosey...
with all of this wretched “up an inch, down an inch” i’ve been committing to of late, i plan to have my legs peacocky for spring. i’ve decided to reward myself with a new pair of nekkid-shaded flats. typically i eschew the flat like i scoff at...
