Writer & Romantic
Winter is still fighting to stay in Northern Michigan. Whoo… it is cold. As I write this, there are icicles the size of my arm hanging outside my office window. A constant reminder that this beast of a season is here to stay as long as it wants. Which, for those of us in the
The Gales of November are almost upon us—the season of in-between. *Cue Gordon Lightfoot* Outside my window, the golds, reds, and deep purples of the trees have surrendered to nature’s confetti on the forest floor. Summer is only an echo now, her song briefly heard when the late October sun warms the earth. Autumn has
It is high summer in Michigan—though that feels strange to say. This year has somehow flown by, yet also felt like being trapped in a waiting room. In many ways, it still feels like summer hasn’t truly begun. Between switching jobs, adopting a puppy, planning a wedding, getting married, going on a minimoon, planning a
Long ago, deep in the Balkan Mountains, a little village lay buried beneath the clouds. In all of Stara, people worked hard—long into their old age, and they were happy. Whether it was with sheep, crops, or stone, there was a rhythm to life that one did not venture from. It made the cycle of
When the Great War began, the women in my land were summoned. “We each possess something — a secret gift, that, if combined, might stop doom fromengulfing our world,” Maeve wrote to me. So, beneath the full moon we thirteen gathered at the round table. Together, high on the Crag of Eldur, the torch flames
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