#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

#TBT Past Poetry: Rain

Rain April 2004 Rain. The taste, the smell, the feel & essence.   That cold purity of Nature. The freshness that only comes after a storm, The feel of the drops on my skin Flowing down my back, Through my hair, Clinging to my eyelashes. Rain. Drizzle....
The Thief of Depression

The Thief of Depression

I’ve worked my way through three books in the last month. That might not seen like much to regular readers, but for me, it’s huge. Prior to this month, I read a book or two over the summer, but not much besides that since I finished Three Musketeers back...
Book Review: The Handmaid’sTale

Book Review: The Handmaid’sTale

My book reviews generally do not contain spoilers even if the book has been published forever. I hate reading spoilers before I pick up a book. If I feel it necessary to spoil, I’ll let you know in advance. For Mother’s Day, my husband bought me Margaret...
#TBT Past Poetry: Flown Away

#TBT Past Poetry: Flown Away

Flown Away November 2009 He took his suitcase, His hanging bag, And a back-pack. He took snacks, A book, And a few card games. He took his laptop, His MP3 player, His camera – His phone, His wallet, His passport, And many other important things. And he took my heart....