Letting Life Lead
Dust assaulted. Two horses in braided, bit-less bridles hung head to hoof. Riders pulled brims low, bandanas high, and duster collars straight.
“You’re barkin’ at knots.”
The other dug, found the panel, placed her hand upon the biolock and said, “Balls out.”
Musings through the journey of writing my first novel
It is what it is and it too shall pass.
Unfolding From the Fog (or What I Think About When I Walk My Dog)
When life hands you lemons, go find some gin and tonic.
"Smile with your teeth." -my Mother
Don't die before your death
Ein Tagebuch unserer Alltagsküche-Leicht nachkochbar
Failures in Adulting
Wrote hard and put up wet - a fiction writer from parts unknown