for the wave, the turbo
Happy Mean Girls Day
It’s October 3rd, AKA “Mean Girls Day” Mean Girls turns Sweet 16 today! This instant teen classic made its debut in 2004, bringing us the word “fetch” the phrases “You go Glen Coco!”, “Get in, loser, we’re going shopping,” “you’re like, really pretty,” “She doesn’t even go here,” and, of course, “It’s October 3rd”. If … Continue reading Happy Mean Girls Day
HAPPY NATIONAL COFFEE DAY
Caring for someone is Offering them a cup of Freshly brewed coffee, Fetching their mail, or Even just reminding them Everyday that they are special ~Rowan Paige
A little poem about Quarantine
Autumn waits outside my doorstep Like a friend asking to play But I am sick and can't go outside I am stuck in quarantine So I wave outside my window And her branches sway right back I hope she will still be waiting When my lungs aren't under attack
S u N d A y R e S t D a Y (a catch-up blog)
I, like so many others, have had a very difficult time dealing with the many changes of this "new normal" routine...I write to cope and to understand and to heal. Maybe that's what this is. Maybe I am ranting to no one but the voices in my brain.
I’m having a book signing!
Hello, Everyone! I am having my first ever book signing for my debut poetry book "Whilst Gazing Through a Window"! There will be a reading and Q&A to follow. If you live in or around the Mobile, AL area I would love to see you there on September 12th! More information is provided by following … Continue reading I’m having a book signing!
National Non-profit Day
https://www.gofundme.com/f/traveling-coffee-organization-startup It's National Non-profit Day! Consideration donating to my Non-profit--Ethel 💛🙌🏼 We have been hit drastically due to the pandemic, but we are still here and doing the very best we can to make a difference! Follow the link to learn all about our organization! Also, a HUGE thank you to everyone who has been … Continue reading National Non-profit Day
Asking for support. (Buy my book?)
without further ado, I present to you Whilst Gazing Through a Window.
Honey ink
I don't write for you anymore I don't write for anyone anymore I write for me. I write to breathe You see poems written in honey for ink, but for me I see blood sweat and tears This is how I live.
