Writing Through Stress

How I Process Stress or Grief

Photography Friday: Huntress

This week has been tough. On Wednesday we had to say goodbye to our black lab, Annie. There’s no need to go into details or express how hard it was.But I felt like I ought to say something here, because this blog is a glimpse into my life, and Annie was most certainly a part

Photography Friday: Butterflies

(Disclaimer: for the lepidopterophobians out there, as the title implies, this post is all about butterflies, so read and look no further!!) The moment I see a butterfly fluttering by — always a momentous occasion — I know that the best of summer has just begun. It just wouldn’t be summer without butterflies! They seem

Elvey’s Adventure: The Battle

Rachel yawned, and then said, “I don’t suppose it’s possible for you to take the wheel for a while?” Elvey smiled. Before he answered, Rachel said, “If you’re not really here, how can you be sitting here?” “I’m not,” he answered, “And anyway, you wouldn’t want to be stopped for driving without anyone in the

Photography Friday: Summer Flowers

It definitely feels like it’s been a busy week. A busy, satisfying week.I’ve been having fun on my new Facebook Group, and working on projects for friends. And it’s already time for Photography Friday! With this being the last day of July, I felt like it would be a good time to share summer flower

Don’t Wait for the Perfect Time

Don’t wait until things are just right, when you deserve to do it now.

Elvey’s Adventures: The Detective

The thunder rumbled overhead, causing the plaque hanging on the wall to rattle slightly. At the same time, there was a gentle knock. Detective Rachel Hughes looked up, but soon returned her attention to the report she was writing. Another thunderclap. This time it did not rattle the plaque. The knocking started again. This time,

Homespun Tabby Continuation

It’s been a weird week. Like…. “is it Thursday already?” sort of week.I think I’ve been busier too. It doesn’t feel like it, but I have a couple extra projects I’m working on currently, so it’s been interesting. Now, I could get carried away with complaining about or excusing why I haven’t done more, but

Elvey’s Adventures: Coward

Elvey opened his eyes and stared up at the house in front of them, opposite the garden. “It worked,” he muttered and took a long, deep breath. After a short pause, he stood, saying, “I suppose I have to explore every room, until I find the key.” “If it takes you that long to find

Elvey’s Adventures: The Garden

Elvey, his hand on the door, stopped suddenly. “Let’s see if this works again,” he said, a half-smile on his face. He focused on the door in front of them, not blinking. He remained that way for almost a minute, and then carefully opened the door. Instead of seeing a long hallway, the room where