I knew that ghost was coming back to me. I knew it. I knew it. Intuitively, I felt it. You know when you have a gut feeling about something and then it inevitably transpires? I suppose like manifestation but I’d like to think I didn’t manifest this tragedy. Truth be told, I dawdled whilst working …
Gillian Maple Greer. she’s the size of a mango and the length of a large naner. and i love mangos & naners. i’ve had a lot of difficult feelings throughout the first half of this pregnancy. feelings of despair & discontentedness. the double move while in the midst of it has only amplified many of … Continue reading gillian maple greer.
the muddy steps, [and i use the word steps so very lightly] that will sharply & quickly lead you downward into the unarguably magical gorge that presides below, are not for the faint of heart. the pathway down into the gorge at finnich glen was undoubtedly one of the two most dangerous hikes we partook in … Continue reading finnich glen | the devil’s pulpit.
since the forecast calls for snow all weekend, i think i can finally get this post up. i’m sure this won’t be our last snow. it usually trickles in throughout may. a lot of people act surprised, but really. . . .we know it’s coming every spring. if you live in a colder climate or … Continue reading tasty mexican hot cocoa.
at the front of the parking space there was a large, circular cement block with a pole that extended upwards. nobody wanted that parking space because it couldn’t be used as a pull-through spot at the end of the work day. i didn’t mind backing out — so i took it every single day. it … Continue reading ‘. . south to drop off, north to pick up. . . ‘