Some days, self-doubt takes the lead. But every day, I'm proud to call myself a writer.
Some days
Progress
Remember that orchid I told you about back in December? I'm happy to say I've made some progress with it. It hasn't exactly started growing yet, but it has stopped dying. It's possible the two of us have reached a stalemate, of sorts, and that we won't go any further. I figure, though, that even... Continue Reading →
Tea time
I've been making an effort to drink more tea lately. It's a little healthier than the mochas and lattes that I usually drink. Not that I've entirely given those up.
Delicate
Plants can be such delicate little things, don't you think? Take this little orchid flower as an example.
Oh, how I miss fall
Where did fall go? I swear, just two weeks ago, we had temperatures above zero, leaves still on trees, and that crisp, autumn scent still in the air. Now everything is covered in snow, the temperature has dropped below -20, and I've nearly fallen on the ice more times than I can count. Don't get... Continue Reading →
Miranda Burski 