I find in the middle drawer of an antique chest an envelope of postage stamps that my mother forgot she had The pink rose ones…
Month: November 2017
I live to seek the quiet corners beyond the impact and milling of the masses the yell and chaotic thunder vanishes on the cusp in…
So I recently asked Aunt Agnes to share one of her favorite Thanksgiving recipes, and here is what she said: “Get yourself some Velveeta, some…
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
Here, let me hand you these small words let them linger ever so slightly melting into the soil never quite becoming sand castles a testament…
Shaky hand grasped pen pressed to paper signs an X by the word P-E-R-M-I-S-S-I-O-N The words dancing like glitzy little spiders on white paper a…
These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…
Hello everyone. I am guest blogging today on the gracious and talented Colleen Chesebro’s blog. I invite everyone over to read my story, “What Happened…
A fairy tale parcel an invitation to be unfolded as the silvery shadows of evening deepen draping us in the lustrous purple robes of mystery…
Part 1 is here: https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/10/30/through-the-desert-with-the-stones/ “Is there a mechanic up there in town or do you know?” asked Greg to Mustache Man. The man stared back.…