It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell. Continue reading morning coffee: The Window
The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight. Continue reading morning coffee: The Rootening
Howdy folks. Writer here, stepping away from behind the curtain.
I’ve been thinking a lot about that word, irrecollections. Continue reading Rant: Musings on irrecollections.
I’m finally working in a position that encourages me to think creatively, so it behooves me to take fifteen minutes every morning warm up my brain. Continue reading morning coffee: First Entry