I can pretty much write something about anything. Most who know me, know I've written short stories about a bit of everything. Could I write about a box of Kleenex? Yes, and I actually have a short, fictional story about one. Today's thoughts are about butterflies. I am intrigued by them and the symbolism surrounding... Continue Reading →
The Butterfly Jungle
Butterflies are my thing. Well, perhaps not the same level of "thing" as my grandmother's level of "thing." She lived in Southern California and had quite an extensive flower garden, which attracted all kinds of them; she collected and displayed them and probably knew the name of each. I know she had a lot of... Continue Reading →