Okay... Life has been Rough. Crazy. Insane. Every time I think I have a chance to write, life crabs me sideway. Well... A few days ago, my mom passed away in her sleep. We were doing in home hospice care, so we knew that the end was near. In her own way, she told us … Continue reading New Beginnings!
Lynne hollered for Quin. She was tired, and his preoccupation with something on the TV was driving her crazy. She wanted to just curl up, but dinner wouldn't cook itself. “Quin!” “Just a minute.” “Please, Quin. I'm tired and I just want a little help.” “Just a minute.” Lynne started chopping up onions, but it… Continue reading Duct Tape
Tilly stood there, her mouth open in surprise. She'd been expecting the mousy husband of a shifter who was due to give birth any day. Instead, she found Andre and standing near a huge truck, a group of men, that were thin, and worn. Shifters. Near the front of the truck, three Natives. “Oh Andre!”… Continue reading Riddles in the Wind (7)
1972 Oxford. Tilly watched as Libellule ran. She felt a bit daft standing there with a leash in her hands, but it was the only way that they could manage even in the semi 'wilds' of the open lands near Oxford. It had been a week since Tilly had spoken to Rose. No one had… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (6)
Please be patient. It's taking a while to get back into the rhythms of writing. The latest death in the extended family has taken it's toll. Just as we thought everything was settled down, life went to hell in that damned handbasket again. Hope you enjoy the latest installment... Jeffreys took the men to the train… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (5)
Oxford, 1972. “Libby! Answer me!” Gabby pounded on the door again. “Maybe we should get the bursar,” Betsy was torn between trying to force the door and fleeing downstairs. Gabby stopped pounding on the door. “Fine. Go get him. Make sure he brings a key. I know something's wrong. Libby wouldn't miss class.” Betsy ran… Continue reading Riddles on the Wind (4)
I'm almost recovered from all that has gone on over the last three months. An SCA event, a music festival and lots of craziness with life in general. Wolf and I have been going to bed by 9pm! Gaaah! I will not even begin the rant that is "lack of playtime". My goal is more… Continue reading Life and Coloring Books…