Tales of a Transient Drifter

I've found myself all over the place in Easter memories today. I have such fond memories of childhood Easters in Horse Creek. We would g...

Is it better to start super slow, then have things pick up and get busy in the afternoon, or have a good busy morning only to have everythin...

On the edge of town, shrouded in trees, sits a two story white house. The porch is rickety, sagging with dejection, the wooden panels a din...

I've never been one of "those" girls. You know, the ones who are always so put together and fashionable. Like they could lite...

There are ALWAYS more productive things I could/should be doing. If I was drinking 5 hour energy I would no doubt figure out how to run a s...

When did I become that person? You know, the one you can never count on to update. The one you check over and over, only to discover there ...

Everything has been about the details lately. Making sure every last piece is placed perfectly, every dirty smudge is wiped away (as far as ...