
The Whisperer
Sometimes in life, the whisperer inside of myself whispers sweet nothings of my potential. Those sweet nothings I have interpreted as “only if it would be” and I would move on with my life “not…
Musings
Sometimes in life, the whisperer inside of myself whispers sweet nothings of my potential. Those sweet nothings I have interpreted as “only if it would be” and I would move on with my life “not…
Here’s my stream of consciousness for the day. When I was an interior designer, my boss told me that I could put stripes with anything. Stripes are an element and not a pattern. Um, okay….
I lived in Houston during hurricanes Katrina, Rita, and Ike. I’ve volunteered to help with refugees of Katrina. No words. Drove north during Rita and went horseback riding. I only stayed in town during Ike. Hurricane…