Changing Seasons
The last two mornings have been brisk. I step outside into cool air that prickles my skin. The long shadows in the morning hint at something new, something changing. Fall … Continue reading Changing Seasons
Writing. Reading. Living.
The last two mornings have been brisk. I step outside into cool air that prickles my skin. The long shadows in the morning hint at something new, something changing. Fall … Continue reading Changing Seasons
Two years ago, I moved out of my parents house. I bundled up my belongings and dreams and set them up in a completely new place on the other side … Continue reading Becoming Unmoored from Home