Tiny House North wind’s sizing up the houselike a boxer his opponent, throwing an experimental jab or two before the real buffeting begins.No use trying to sleep.The Hunter Moon cruised off earlyto low-ride that pocked face over some other boulevard. Yesterday, Delaware friends called to saya King tide is slapping
Bryan Billiams had, historically, never been a good liar. So that was why, as he sat in front of the two officers, Bryan Billiams told them everything. — Bryan Billiams was fifty-two years old and looking for a career change when he stumbled upon The Merry Barber. The place stood
If we had a voice, we would scream and wail and cry so loud that no creature would dare come close to us for fear of going deaf. We would scream until the strain tore our vocal cords to shreds and the taste of blood coated our raw throat. But
It is February and we must be brave. The mounds outside are half snow and half water. The rain falls ever so gently and mist grasps around the peaks of the mountains and then fills in the sky, hiding the sun. Inside our homes we keep our curtains closed, blocking
From now on I will declare myself free of all these burdens! Go now, you killers of joy and bliss! Here I stand, glorious, sparkling in the night. I know I can do anything if I tune to the light. Just because I crave chocolate, I can still be the
My grandmother’s career options were a nurse an office assistant or a teacher. The women in my family don’t follow instructions well and we are a little bit woozy so teacher it is. Educator it is Holders of knowledge and molder of minds it is Givers of time it is
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