Wine and Books

I used to be obsessed with romance. I couldn't get enough. I immersed myself into books as though they were the oxygen I needed to survive. I watched movie after movie. And I spent hours upon hours writing love shorts and erotic snippets to appease the romantic dreamer inside me. That was as close as … Continue reading Wine and Books

Here we go … Again

Isn't it funny how ...  I'm always drawn back to blogging. It's that damn alter-ego, I tell you. She misses her voice. It may also be the inability to otherwise express myself as freely as I seem to be able when I sit down to write. Perhaps it is just that, when all the bricks … Continue reading Here we go … Again