writing

  • Spring Fever?

    A January Dandelion All Nashville is a chill. And everywhere Like desert sand, when the winds blow, There is each moment sifted through the air, A powdered blast of January snow. O! Thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled By a few… Continue reading

    Spring Fever?
  • 4th Day of Christmas

    {Christmas Past} At the core of my treasury of priceless childhood memories lie those from the Christmas season. Christmas Eve through January 6th wrapped each day in a special (nay, magical!) bow: The carload… and trust me, when I say… Continue reading

    4th Day of Christmas