I have a survivor story to share with you, but I have not really done so with a full head of steam. Any less an effort is not my best. I am absolutely scared to evolve…of breaking the thread between the past and the now. Yet, I must.
How to Navigate the Magical Flight of the Awkward: Gentle Guidance
Now the pre-dawn glow of Christmas tree lights and lazy embers from the fire nudged me awake, gently reminding me that I had no pressure of a day’s schedule.
Liebe, Liebchen. Freizeit.
January 27, 2019 The winter romances a person. “Just for a bit, just a little,” begs January with the… Read more Liebe, Liebchen. Freizeit.
The Repercussion of Sarcastic Fashion
Not for even my own ego, not to show off, not to compete..Not for my parents, not for a man, and not for spite..
Abundantly Perfect, Like Bird Berries…
August 25, 2018 Handsome. Oh, that G~d had granted me a son. Solid. He stood before me with a silent… Read more Abundantly Perfect, Like Bird Berries…
Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
Sunday, April 1, 2018 Happy Easter! During the night of the blue moon, a snowstorm whitewashed every vertical and horizontal… Read more Changing a nightmare into pink confection.
A Thoroughly Modern..Mensch.
“I walked into the courtroom with a first glance at the clock…”
Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
March 1, 2018 Majestic. The sky’s contest, a vying among the then waxing moon, the awakening buds of a virile… Read more Proposing a Lioness Adventure, (with soot. dirt. smudges.)
Small Enough to Stand Tall
“Do you think it is a serpent or a flower?” she asked, her eyes dancing while a finger traced the slice on her stomach.
Of building, bonfire and all that is bricked beautiful.
I looked at him, stunned.