Letting Life Lead
The five-bedroom house loomed amid a thick carpet of fall leaves. Beautiful to the new owners. Gracie wouldn’t burst their bubble.
“Sisyphus should’ve dropped the boulder.”
The spare key clunked into the door’s mail slot.
“Mom, you okay?”
“Head home, sweetie. I’m fine. I’ve got plans.”
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