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 →

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