ah, seventh grade tomboy days fade red bike withstood crashes memories of treehouse smashes Whew! girly girl, wearing pink lots of…
safety in numbers, my parents used to say you’re petite strong winds will blow you away standing at 5’5″, always wanted…
father and son, their search exhausting, grows dim depression, like that of forlorn, gelid winters set in with each passing day.…
electronic snippets news and tunes some good some bad some fun some sad some loud and clear some hurts my ears…
let’s noodle why’s and ways of the world seems the value of life caught in a twirl aha moments transmogrify into…
opposite personalities introvert and extrovert, solitude and alone time vs socially interactive, and there are those in the middle what makes…
Oh, gee it would be grand when we’re wee sittin’ on a knee and full of glee not yet three bouncy…
her voice of distress a cry for equality, her hopes and dreams beyond judgmental views and archaic mindsets. a dissociation from…