Alstroemeria Serenade

 Happiness can be fleeting. It wanes as the moon does through the seasons, never in one place for too long. It hops and leaps about like a frog, sharing its goodness with the world for mere moments at a time. Then, as an impatient child will, it slips away again—off to explore the other corners…

Is It in His Eyes?

Well, what Aretha Franklin and I are looking for are two very different things. What she’s looking for is verification, proof that a man loves you so. To answer her question, no it isn't in his eyes, it’s in his kiss. Now that we have that out the way, what I’m looking for has a…

Dream a Little Dream …

It's so funny how dreams can creep into our minds like little bugs, and create their own little world in our heads. When we wake we think to ourselves, what a silly dream to have had. But as we sleep, there is nothing more real. I don't claim to remember all of the dreams that…

Shakespearean Aspirations

To be, or not to be Shakespeare? That really is a tough question. By Shakespearean aspirations, I don't mean killing my father, myself, or any of the other atrocities or wondrous acts that we glean from his great stories. I simply mean writing as the great bard himself had.Those great, flowing sentences that dripped sentiments…

Playing the Waiting Game

I'm at that moment in time--the severely frustrating moment--where I am dangling in limbo, awaiting word from a literary agent. I know patience is a virtue, but anyone that knows me would be quick to tell you that 'patience' is on a long list of virtues that I don't employ. I hate waiting ... always…