I've always considered myself someone who likes to travel. I mean, it makes you sound so accomplished. "What do you like to do?" "I'm a writer, and a big reader. I also love to travel." "Really! Where have you been?" "I've been to Europe," *shrug*. "Oooh." I live for the Admiring Oooh. In all seriousness, … Continue reading Rising Above the Oooh
There's something about us that longs for where we come from. There's something in us that recognizes when we're home.
This is a short story I've been working on for one of my classes. I've been wanting to share it here - enjoy! They were building a highway. It would stretch from the northernmost tip of the state through the mountains and all the way to the ocean, five states away. It was progress. … Continue reading The Highway
Every week I used to have a "Crafterday" post here (think clever pun between "craft" and "Saturday"), which I haven't done for a while. I guess I found different things to talk about. That, and I got too busy on Saturdays. But if those posts were your cup of tea, you're in for a few! … Continue reading I Made Something! And Other Matters
Within these past couple weeks we packed up our little nest and moved to a larger one an hour and a half away to be closer to school. After several trips to and fro, lots of carrying up and down stairs, and lots of guilt over how much stuff we have (which is still not a … Continue reading We Moved!
She bought a flat In the sparkling town. Made of brick, Vines running down. She dressed it up In shades of green, rugs on the floor like a Persian queen. She hung down lights that twinkled merry, painted the door like a trampled berry. She lit a fire In the mortared … Continue reading Modern Travesty