Letting Life Lead
Nikki stared dumbstruck at the forty-somethings laughing, munching, and oozing on furniture. “Honey!” Her mother gave her a sloppy kiss, “You missed the best chocolate cake ever!”
A melted birthday candle and crumbs were all that remained of Nikki’s special powder mix.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
The 24 hour Writing Hotspot and Hang Out
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV