Herby and the Dandelion

  It was bright, windy day in blossom meadow, the kind of day where the smells of lavender and honeysuckle float on the breeze, and the warmth of the sun causes the earth to glow. Herby bee was buzzing around,...

When the fairytale is broken

I have always loved fairytales. Magical worlds in which to escape full of intrigue, hero’s, villain’s, and of course, goods fight against evil. I use to have my own fairytale, my own story of how I dreamed my life would...

Stolen. 

  I feel like my life has been stolen. Precious moments measured in minutes, hours, days and weeks, lost to a thief that freely wanders into my life with no regard for the things I hold dear. My thief has...