A Little About Me
I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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Tag Archives: Scotland
…WOULD IT BE to a time when dropping into a rabbit hole was just that— a twisting tumble into a bottomless burrow, a spiralling spin down an endless earthen tunnel,
Ahhh, Callanish. The moment we stepped into the circle, it felt like I’d crossed a threshold into another world. Immediately, I was drawn to this particular stone. Mostly since it was not much taller than I, but partly because she … Continue reading
Highland sheep dotted the roadside under the pre-dawn sky. The velvet canopy looked like flocks of faeries had tossed fistfuls of glitter at the new moon only to have it stashed inside the Big Dipper and then purposefully strewn across the Milky Way by … Continue reading
Once the morning sun broke through the clouds, the grey mist pulled back from Glenborrodale’s ragged shoreline’s nooks and crannies. It rose from the loch like a gossamer shade tugged from the edge of a wooded windowsill revealing a beauty distinct to the … Continue reading