What do you do when you live in a box full of sheep, and you are neither; a sheep (black or white), the wolf, the dog or the farmer? I will let you contemplate that for a bit, while I grab a cup of coffee.
A woman’s worth dwells within a puddle of tears, and hides behind scars, visible and internal, from years of abuse, physical and mental, because she dared to defy the status quo. Continue reading
I am 56 years old today. And while I pondered that fact this morning over a cup of coffee, I came to the realization that Continue reading
Well, here we are, winding down with the last author interview of the tour. It has been a great summer for getting to know other indie authors from near and far. Next week’s post will be a Continue reading