Muddy, Ducky DestinyI'm jealous of a toddler. He's playing outside my window at the library with complete and bold abandon. Frocked in his corduroys, black...
A Poem of DependenceFollow you? Trust you? What does that even mean? When life is askew and the future unseen? When all turns are dark And shadows assail...
Blog 1 - AdventureMy mom gave me a refrigerator magnet a couple of Christmases ago in one of her Boxes o’ Random Fun. It read “Well-Behaved Women Rarely...
