redial

The wind keeps howling, dragging the laden branches of the old olive trees to the ground. As it huffs and puffs, it mops away the rain streaks, further west, farther and farther still.

Book Teaser: The Little Shop of Gentle Magics

Ever wondered what would happen if you just up and go, realize your dream on a whim, and let things play out the way they want to?

lonely corner in a crowded room

Speakers are blasting a familiar tune. People around me sway to the rhythm, but the smoke in the room doesn’t hide my lonely corner.

addressing respect and boundaries

I don’t feel the need to hold your hand when I say this. Maybe I need to be a bit firmer in what I have to say. Don’t mind my harsh tone.