it rained quietly this morning as if the small storm was fearful of waking my neighborhood. the soft lapping of drops collecting in little streams beckoned me to observe and after a few moments of listening to it, i conceded. i made my way to the bedroom window and opened the blinds. a woman in … Continue reading morning rain
Creative Writing
i never realized how many "writers" there were in the world until i started using twitter regularly. it seemed every twitter bio i read had some mention of being an author. so much so that i began to despise the title and those who used it to describe themselves. i always felt that if you … Continue reading begin