Momma the best
He holds my hand in his Gently kneading The gaze beseeching A slow smile spreading Melting my determined heart Cleansing …
He holds my hand in his Gently kneading The gaze beseeching A slow smile spreading Melting my determined heart Cleansing …
…..with an entry for the 3 Word Wednesday as well The crow On the oleander the lone crow in loud …
Was it to tickle my fanciful palate that I swallowed the sun whole while still red hot… who knows! I …
In the blink of an eye comes the transformation the meek morph to tyrants Gods become the reason Setting fire …
Abrasive words Spontaneity turned to a handful of dust Irretrievable, the loss. Written for 3WW CCXXVI The words this week: …
...................... 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.