A Writer's Journey to Her True Self
I rescued this story from my Substack to put it on my blog…where it belongs. ❤ I used to see the old woman on my walks in the morning with my dog, Bailey. She always sat on a bench in the park by herself, the light of the rising sun catching the hem of her... Continue Reading →
(Content warning: pet death) In 2010, my parents got a beagle puppy and named her Molly. She was playful with a high-pitched yip and a voracious appetite. She had accidents on the carpet and chewed up Mom’s flip flops during her worst teething phase. This pup could get on your last nerve, but the moment... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 