Keeping a journal has never been my forte. I’ll get one as a gift, write in it for a few days, hate it immensely, then move on. Fast forward a couple years, then I’ll repeat. The longest I’ve ever kept a journal for (not counting anything that had a fuzzy cover or a tiny key)… Continue reading Ashland, OR Travel Blog
Category: Poetry
My Grandma is the Lake
The early morning sun shines in through the blinds; I could feel it's heat baking the walls of the house some days. I'd slowly crank open my bedroom window. The frogs would put me to sleep, and the birds would wake me up again. Birds in their bath, in the palm tree out front, pet… Continue reading My Grandma is the Lake

