The creek bed of my childhood…..
The creek bed of my childhood had gentle eddies and slow swirling currents, abundant stepping rocks and a small stone bridge to shelter...
The creek bed of my childhood…..
Memories
sunrise
County Fair
The Wild
Yes, I am going to write something about Trayvon Martin.
Yes, I am going to write something about Trayvon Martin.
Every time a woman picks up a pen, I feel stronger.
Every time a woman picks up a pen, I feel stronger.
The where of it….
Equality or Equity
Just once
practice
Everyday needs collide with the writing life
Moving into summer
The alphabet of miracles
The affect of place