Since I was a little girl, sitting cross-legged on a discarded carpet remnant, on the wood floor of my personal doghouse lending library, I have wanted to write, … Continue readingDoing the Magical

Two days ago it happened. Again. I awoke from unrestful sleep, … Continue readingIt Happened Again

I am a bad ass mutha fucka! Everything that I do is done well.Even my mistakes look like masterpieces. Whatever

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Enough.When is enough?That forced splintering of your soul when someone isolates you enough from your friends who are worriedThat your

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I was a child of the desert, the brown tinge of the sand my toes, the pockets of deep dark

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There’s something so warm about a stranger from the past knocking on your door, memories coming rushing back through time

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