My mother broke me from stealing. It’s just as well. I wasn’t any good at it anyway. She was having coffee with her friend, Miss Frankie. I was bored and used my ingenious ruse. “I gotta go to the bathroom.” Continue reading
My mother broke me from stealing. It’s just as well. I wasn’t any good at it anyway. She was having coffee with her friend, Miss Frankie. I was bored and used my ingenious ruse. “I gotta go to the bathroom.” Continue reading
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Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
My Ramblings and Thoughts
Cogitation on creating and critters
to Extraordinary Life in Christ
Life in pieces
Stories from the myriad jobs I've worked throughout my teens and twenties.
The musings of a Londoner, now living in Norfolk
Travel snapshots from Toonsarah
Amateur writer, decent mother, so-so girlfriend, professional coffee drinker and happily unsatisfied searcher of more.