Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?

Part one: Bo was standing in the middle of life. At least that’s what she told herself. 50. Most people laughed at her when she said, ‘I’m going to live to be 100 and this is my midlife crisis.’ Kentucky had always been her home. Country girl born and raised. This job opportunity in GrandContinue reading “Dracula’s Summer Home: Rushsylvania?”

The Power of the Storm

A veil of darkness falls over the earth. It is coming. I can feel it. I know it’s power. *Silence. A silence I know all to well. A silence I long for. Anticipation with in me grows. *I rush outside. With open arms, I accept the approach. No power is greater. No passion can beContinue reading “The Power of the Storm”

Ode to Rain

You encourage the flowers to grow. But then I have to mow. Blossoms bring forth fragrances sweet. But wait, bees! I scream, running in defeat. Summer shower, cool a blistered ground. A popcorn shower, I feel like a rat – drown. Drops bloop on ponds making happy little fishies. Shoes soaked. Toes are icky andContinue reading “Ode to Rain”