Reminds me of a whisper. At the summit of the pine. The other one swoops down. Peeks around the window corner. Blue Jay lifts its beak.

The Literary Magazine of the Osterhout Free Library. Join us for our second celebration since the re-launch of. 8221; appeared in the recent.

A personal literary journal of contradictions, predictions, and the inability to wait. Wrote a poem once for her. That d should be discarded. The subject danced exactly so. While words formed paths along the floor. Its petals were never let to wilt. Nor its Achilles ever sore. Yet it was all wrong, by three.

I can hear its cries. I give in for a little while. So I slip my mask back on once more. Smile, laugh, joke. What torment screams inside me. To tell him so badly. But the words were stuck.

The woman of too many thoughts and emotions. A letter to my daughter. Dear Women, Stop being judgmental twats. 8220;How many of you have every felt personally victimized by Regina George? September 22, 2016.

Environmental and social justice and my personal experiences in the area. When I overheard a manager mention it to some of my work colleagues the morning after, there was first disbelief and then wryness. Unfortunately, in choosing Donald Trump, Am.

I was telling a story today at work to one of my colleagues. We had been talking about families and kids the sometimes odd things that they do and how crazy they can drive us. I was sharing a story about two of my boys from many years ago. Two things occurred to me, even as I was blithering on telling her the story.

Thoughts, rants, music and everyday things. And we will take silly selfies that will be the essence of those days when we are not together again.