My body has forgotten you, forgotten all.
My mind, though tired of hating, hates you still.
But to my soul you are an early dawn,
And sunlit meadows where I may not run.
Adult ADHD from a first-person perspective
The Online Journal of a Professional Musician and Accidental Urban Farmer
A common ground for literature.
Self-therapy through riding and writing
Exploring the spidery corners of a culture and the weird stuff that tourist brochures ignore.
Art • Nature • Exploration
A thoughtful habitat
God even loves gulls.
A few humor columns, thoughts on grammar, top lists and anything else I can think of.
Book prescriptions for whatever life throws at you.
The Misadventures of an American Expat and His Wife in Germany
lover of books, writer of tales
Celebrating the urban homestead