Letting Life Lead
For ninety-two years, she’d leave the tube tank and enter the twenty-six foot deep observation aquarium. She swam melancholy circles; show time simulated life; the people cheered. Saviors opened the outer gates, but the sea called the mermaid’s withered heart no longer.
I have no idea why I picked this blog name, but there's no turning back now
"Our subject isn't cool, but [s]he fakes it anyway."- The Offspring
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