Well, My WordPresser friends and family, things have been interesting. Some good, some bad, some funny. Time to share. So my aunt (70+ yrs old) and I decided to go to the casino (1.5 hrs from home) to celebrate and get a little irresponsible with my new extra money. I paid my bills first, soooo… Continue reading Things that happened since the last time I posted. 🙂
I was trying to be a grown-up tonight and try cooked spinach, after, I dunno, let's say a bazillion years ago because it has since evolved into a sentient lifeform capable of protecting itself by becoming the least palatable thing on the planet. Mom made it tonight, and I, being the innocent, trusting, optimistic, adventuring type,… Continue reading Spinach… #not a fan
*waves to you all* Hi! I'm doing pretty well, I love my job. I love helping people and I just landed a new position. 🙂 Yes, it means a raise. *soo happy* I was dealing with some health issue, the big C word was being tossed around but after some tests, I am in the… Continue reading Good news, everyone…
The five stages, denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance are a part of the framework that makes up our learning to live with the one we lost. They are tools to help us frame and identify what we may be feeling. But they are not stops on some linear timeline in grief. Hmm, good to know. I… Continue reading Hmm… so, a new stage of grief maybe?
The approach of shuffling footsteps and the soft scraping of heavy fabric heralded the arrival of Miranda Shaw, a master weaver of fate. Fellow spinners left their handiwork hanging in corners and doorways, as if for her approval. She never wiped them away, instead, she acknowledged their work with a nod of her head then… Continue reading Beginning of: Cursed Weaver
There will be a series of short stories in this book. This is just the start of one of them. 🙂 I hope you like it. I have the cover art all planned out in my mind already 🙂 ~Kaw Driving a bus was a dull job, but it kept the bills paid and… Continue reading Butterfly Suicide: part 1
“Nice doing business with you, Ollie.” A sweaty mountain of a man with spidery wisps of hair, close-set eyes and a gap-toothed smile nodded his great head once as he unloaded a single crate into the dusty clearing. When he was done, he grinned and headed up the gangplank. “See ya around…” “Wish I… Continue reading “See ya around.”