Flowers of Quiet Happiness

I wrote a poem once, just after my mother died, that began with the line, “grief is a strangeness of being”. I have returned to that line ti...

 Hello my lovelies, If anyone is actually even still following along with this space. I've missed this blogging thing at times, at a lot...

Sometimes a moment a sparkle of light a colorful window of joy is all it takes to spark a whisper of delight inside my soul. I smile as the ...

  Hello, my lovelies! So yeah, I have finally watched the newest version of Emma. I actually first watched it several weeks ago and after a...

  Where does one begin with describing a Kara Isaac novel? The smiles that are guaranteed to come? The swooniness of the hero? The female ...