Solo trips for the sequestered soul
I won’t lie, the very thought of travelling on my own, being out and about in the big wide world, plunged into the unknown – it scares me witless at … Continue reading
The long route home
“Just ten more minutes,” she said, her heart in her eyes, threading her fingers through his as they walked along the soft wet sand. “You said that half an hour … Continue reading
Everything’s fair
Don’t dwell, don’t mourn. What’s gone is gone. When it’s time and you know it, steel your heart and move on. Break the ice, choose your slice, blow for good … Continue reading
A monday morning trip down memory lane
“It’s quite awkward, isn’t it?” she had a small smile that lit up her grey eyes, crinkling the corners into fine lines the way that only laughter can do over … Continue reading
Vantage point
My bedroom window has an amazing view. Not of the Boston skyline, no, but of a garbage dump. Yes, you heard me right. It’s a big green dumpster in the … Continue reading
Life, with a pinch of salt 