Instead, most streets look like this one, with rows of older two-story brick buildings, iron fire escapes hitched sideways against the windows. As a child, Shayla imagined running down them as they lowered to the ground. She grips her stomach and turns in the direction of .

Love stories with a twist and other peculiar tales. Still, I come back. Because you open your doors to me,. Nourishment, warmth, solace,. If only for a moment,.

A sonobe ball, the inspiration behind the names of my blogs. For those friends who I see every so often, the blog became a semi-window to my inner self. Though, since it was th.

Henry and Chip supervise the neighborhood. Henry and I have been here together about a year now. One of the million tasks has been to coordinate the removal the Raccoon Tree at the end of the driveway.