Not seashells
“It’s not like selling seashells by the seashore, Mom?” Kayla pulled down her shirt; …hiding the needle marks? “But, you were to work for summer only as beach waitress… and […]
“It’s not like selling seashells by the seashore, Mom?” Kayla pulled down her shirt; …hiding the needle marks? “But, you were to work for summer only as beach waitress… and […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
About fantastical places and other stuff