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...
