(continued from my last post)…
My little children, these things I write to you, so that you may not sin. And if… 368 more words
One thing you’ll notice when you start to dress up, is that the more accessories you add to an outfit, the worse it looks. Same thing with cooking, though I don’t have the pleasure of doing much of it, but the more I add to an omelette I’m frying, the saggier it becomes, and the more I hate it and stick to my decision to having it ordered in instead of making my own. 113 more words
I’m going to do it. I’m going to write about something that is hard for me to communicate. I’m going to put myself out there–not because I’m looking for recognition or understanding, but because I’m a writer and as a writer I need to free myself and not keep certain things bottled up inside. 1,039 more words
Did we miss the morning?
Somewhere between warm Autumn nights and coffee tinged afternoons I lost something.
Autumn would bring the warmth of the leaves and the blow of the breeze and the chill of Christmas would come in unexpectedly with the night air. 139 more words