Hope

‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers— That perches in the soul— And sings the tune without the words— And never stops—at all— Emily Dickinson My mom passed away 2 years ago come November.  I had recently begun my blog and only posted intermittently….when the mood or inspiration struck.  It was right before Thanksgiving and it… Read More Hope

Our Secret Hideout

Yesterday morning I logged into my last location, forgetting where I had been (pre coffee and all)and was a bit disoriented.  You’ve had it happen before no doubt…and the first thing you do is check to make sure you’re dressed.  I’ve had some awkward moments in the past when I couldn’t tp out fast enough.… Read More Our Secret Hideout