A Writer's Journey to Her True Self
Just a few moments ago, I was on my patio tending to my pansies, petunias, and roses when I spied a young woman in the parking lot holding out a towel. She and an older woman were creeping up toward something between two parked cars. One of those cars was my neighbor's and they have... Continue Reading →
There is a small nature park in my town that consists of a cluster of trails. It sits just outside the noisy traffic of rush hour and the light rail is nearby to take commuters to and from work. Even though it's not totally in the wilderness, I enjoy walking these trails from time to... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 