Stories of an unemployed artist looking for a direction in life. Enjoying the little things, like spending a wonderful afternoon with my cat. If only clothes would sew themselves. If only if only clothes would sew themselves or just magically appeared in my closet. I wish that my pinterest closet was my real closet! Endless list of projects. I will never finish my projects.

Let us go then, you and I. The random thoughts of a girl. Friday, June 28, 2013. Perhaps in time I will get better. We will keep right on living. Tuesday, January 29, 2013. So, here are a small few of my memories with her. Were the dearest person in the w.

He reached for her bra straps and slid them off her shoulders, just enough to loosen the bra cups and for her swell to jiggle free.

Thursday, January 29, 2015. Feeling the heartbeat of loss itself. The silence you sometimes get when you ask God why? This was the last time I saw that baby. and for the record, it was beautiful. Maybe the person who normally occupies that desk meant to have it there, but I know that day it was there for me. May days of rain meet days of sunshine, may days of dark meet days .