He’d always be in-between, not quite country and not quite city, and it gave him the unique perspective that came with being an outsider no matter what.
I sent my second book in the Mermaid Underground series off to my editor today! It’s rough–rougher than I would have liked, but sometimes you just need to take your…
I am certain she cannot see my eye at the peephole, a wisp of cool breeze comes through
No sign, no invitation or explanation save this mown path through the tall grasses and brambles.
Occasionally he brings up a pretty, showing its sparkle to me in the dead of night or while I drive my kids home from school.
My kids are doing their part to bring in the warm season, running and squealing with joy in their bare feet and smearing themselves and each other with mud-paint.