tessa and a box. again.
Yet another Tessa + Box = TRUE LOVE story that will leave the kitten crushed and broken-hearted when I must recycle the box. She’ll find another (inevitably doomed) cardboard love. She’s resilient.
Yet another Tessa + Box = TRUE LOVE story that will leave the kitten crushed and broken-hearted when I must recycle the box. She’ll find another (inevitably doomed) cardboard love. She’s resilient.
a suitor spurned I met him at a party. I told him he was sweet, but not my type. It wasn’t exactly a lie. It’s not like I threw the glass of wine he
We went to the Salem Haunted Happenings Grand Parade tonight. Most of my photos are blurry, but some of them are fun anyway. I think the best part was likely the East Beverly All-Star
This is, most likely, going to be the first time in eight years that I won’t be participating in National Novel Writing Month. I might decide to be insane and do it anyway, because
songs & sugar She was a musician. He was a baker. She spoke in notes and rhythm and tone. He expressed himself in carefully measured flour and clouds of buttercream. Everyone said they wouldn’t
I was thinking of doing a post for Banned Books Week, even though a billion other people have said smarter, wiser things about book banning than I could ever manage. I was only going