White slip-covered couches. Tall swings from hundred year old oak trees. Wrap around front porches. Shuttered windows. Scent of the salt air from the ocean. I dream. I sigh. This dream of mine could be ironically funny to those who know me best, considering I have lived in the flat, dry plains of West Texas almost... Continue Reading →
Stupid Pumpkins
I woke up this morning truly missing writing. I haven't written in this blog since the spring. I haven't really even written in my journal for a month. It may not seem like a big deal to some, but to anyone that journals your most personal prayers and writes for release you will understand. I... Continue Reading →
Kim Wideman 