Sometimes I feel like a dumpy, soggy muffin. Isn’t that a gross visual? Just imagine in your mind a wilting muffin. It was once fresh from the oven and radiating with silent energy in its little muffin wrapper. That muffin was ready to take on the world. It had that just baked muffin aroma wafting
Confession: I’m a huge fantasy literature nerd. I love dragons and fairies. I love princesses who escape their stuffy assumed roles as quiet and docile women. I love handsome poppers who get by on charm and wit. I love secret passageways, magic carpets, and enchanted forests. I love inanimate objects that talk. I love white
I’m currently playing the not so fun game of waiting. Yes, right now as I type this blog post I’m waiting. Lady in waiting right here! And it’s not romantic or time-period-esque in the least. It’s more like grouchy, grumbling, girl-in-yoga-pants waiting than Pride and Prejudice style. I actually don’t have the slightest clue how
There’s something timeless about two hands slipping around the curved edges of a steaming cup of coffee and raising it to meet one’s mouth. Can you visualize those hands? Picture them now. Are they worn and nobbled, perhaps the hands of an old shoe maker taking a break from his morning’s work? Are they youthful
I’ve always loved writing and I like to think I’ve excelled in this realm. Although, it is a solitary trade and at times I find myself spending too much time in front of my computer screen instead of in front of the faces of other like-minded creatives – creatives that could make great friends! While
“Doubt that the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt that truth be a liar; But never doubt I love.” -William Shakespeare, Hamlet Isn’t it powerful? These famous words fall on my ears in the most wondrous way and I almost murmur an audible “mmmm” of contentedness. He’s telling his love to
Valentine’s Day is a tricky little bugger. It’s wonderful and makes you want to puke all at once. Wonderful because who doesn’t love hearts, flowers, and feeling adored? Those small romantic gestures can bring a light to our eyes and stir up butterflies that may have long since gone quiet inside us. On the flip
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Taylor, isn’t it a little late to be dreaming up goals for 2016? Hello? February is in full swing; Cupid is practically sitting on our shoulder whispering about how we need to paint our nails red and buy stupid boys chocolate! Whoa, slow your roll Cupid and bear with