It did not rain the day we met We had hoped it would make us wet Instead the sun shone …
Overt feelings in my eyes grow naked tendrils that you dread they stretch and touch the chill making you gasp …
Now who would have thought being late and last would win me a trophy?? That’s just what happened. I won …
– a short story “Vulgar!” she screeched in distaste looking at the frock I had taken out for her. That …
...................... weaving words through dreams
Finding My Way Home
Politics, things that make you think, and recreational breaks
The blog of Sandy J. White
"How quickly comes the sun when first it sets its mind to rise." - - j. s. v.
goodies from my mailbox and camera
Urbanites in the woods, doing all our own stunts.
a 100-word story every day
The Pursuit of Writing
Book reviews, releases, writing advice and more... with a pinch of love and sarcasm
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.” - Ernest Hemingway
Before I forget
Internal easing
World of P.G. Wodehouse
Never cease to explore and tell!
Undermining the Patriarchy Every Chance I Get. And I Get a Lot of Chances (Copyright Preserved)
I have no idea how that happened.
Shail's Nest 