“You can’t do it!” My brain was screaming loudly, though my mouth remained clamped shut. Silent. Staring at the blank
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Grief Is Another Name For Love.
This post discusses the loss of my father, cancer, my ongoing surprise at the cycles of sadness. I also share
Continue readingJust one more thing.
This week’s prompt for Wicked Wednesday is: If I was taking an erotic photograph of you, I would ask you
Continue readingBackstage Girl
Backstage Girl is one of my earliest fantasies which has developed from too many years of an overactive imagination. There
Continue readingWriting is the painting of the voice.
Writing is a wonderful way of processing my memories. Sorting them out like strands of spaghetti. And the more wonderfully wicked experiences I enjoy, the longer my writing list seems to become. Hey-ho, it’s a hard life.
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