spirit comes in feathers

"... What, after all, would be banging on the window on a quiet street at midnight? Brad opened the front door a few inches, peeked out,  and suddenly there was a wild onslaught of  heavy feathered body and flapping wings. A "really big" bird hurtled through the few inches of opening and shot into the house."

why a blog? why now?

Blogs are so 2005, aren't they? But since the fading away of my first effort, the aptly named Big Ass Belle, I've continued writing stories about life, love, death, and how we return to ourselves after the worst imaginable, because my own worst possible thing happened in 2012. Grief and loss will touch every one … Continue reading why a blog? why now?