i wonder….

tuesday morning’s daily good, which now that i’m at the ripe, crepey-eyed age of 37, i read first thing, second to my horoscope, which yesterday cautioned me to stop “resisting my own expansion;” advice i will heed the next time i’m...
when a fire starts to burn…..

when a fire starts to burn…..

it’s been almost a week since i’ve stopped by the bloghouse. july and i are having a forehead to forehead, eyes dilated agog, hot, bated breath, love affair. popsicles, hammocks, sandy feet, beach reads, and pre-supper naps under the lullaby of a ceiling...