In my backyard, rooted deep below the soil I tend and churn and adorn with fleeting flowers of all shapes and colors, stands an old silver maple tree. Its arms and fingers reach out in...
Read More →I struggle under the weight of my tiring body as I sledge through the dense forrest. Fallen men litter the makeshift path I trek. I try not to notice them. I force my eyes...
Read More →Trees stand still. Leaves barely dance in the almost absent wind as it lingers and loiters under the hot white rays of the sun. Blades of grass stretch and reach ever higher, itching to scrape...
Read More →I adore simple cookies. I love a good homemade pie. I lust after decadently smooth ice cream. I would probably kill a person to get my hands on the last ever creme brulee. I...
Read More →While a lot of foodies will be writing about their father’s day and the delicious meals they served up, I will not. The reason being that my father’s day was spent drinking mimosas with father....
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