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.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
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.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV