It's only been eleven days, but I am struggling. There's something wrong with my left side. The work I have to do is too hard for me. I'm thinking of giving up ( Read more... )

Naya had finally found what she was looking for. Her clan. Only to discover, as she sat here at the campfire with them, she would never belong. She could do more with her ability to change her shape than the men sitting with her. To them, she was unusual or lying ( Read more... )

"Andrew, I have several ideas for the Music Hall's inaugural concert. The trustees approved my plans ( Read more... )

I would sit here rocking, but I don't have a rocking chair. I do have a wicker chair. It has a foot stool. So, I can put my feet up at least. It's not the same as rocking with the breeze blowing gently against me. The smell of honeysuckle teasing my nose. The sound of Gram in the kitchen, cooking up her wondrous delights ( Read more... )

"La Chiave Fiore, The Flower Key ( Read more... )

I know where I should be. My mind is three moves ahead, but somehow, I've lost a step in the process. My mind is there, however, not the rest of me. I see where I should be. How do I get there ( Read more... )

“Are we good ( Read more... )

Meredith sat in the rocker, watching the rain drizzle down beyond the porch. The creaking of the rocker next to her was soothing as she stared off into the distance ( Read more... )

It was a beautiful, balmy night. The moon sparkled like diamonds on the ocean as the waves lapped gently at our feet. I looked into Curtis' eyes and found heaven."Oh my God, who writes this crap?" Meredith tossed the book she was holding across the bed ( Read more... )