Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
Carpeing all the diems in semi-rural Oklahoma...xoxo
The past seven days have been emotional and busy on every front, and midweek I thought I would just skip Joy Pockets altogether because it would just feel phony. Thankfully, mercifully, legitimate joy burned through that fog pretty quickly. 1. …
The posthumous if scandalous fame of this recently deceased author certainly contributes to his books’ appeal, but even without that added glamour, his two breakout novels (I have yet to read the third of this trilogy but fully intend…
I was admittedly in a baked potato rut. Since disovering the microwave method, seriously, there is nothing easier. It’s nutritious, delicious, and easy. And fast. But like I said, rut. Then I was browsing my fave new eye…
The water was boiling. She had been standing there in a daze, halfway waiting like a timid little girl for the universe to intervene on her behalf, halfway simmering in anger as hot as the water now steaming…
I haven’t written much this week because I cut my ankle shaving. I cut it deep. Blood was gushing out, thin and hot, mixing into the sudsy shower water and draining in a downward spiral like I was Janet…