Written by M.J.C Mom decided that she would prepare the entire Thanksgiving meal herself, stay home with her own family, … More
Written by M.J.C Creation is merely and always an act of love. Mother, I know what I have to do, … More
The Goddess rested on her blue orb and she also tended to her universe. The Goddess was, after all, in all places and in all times in her universe and so she tended to her universe, which really was her playground.
The bird was a robin. It was sitting in the tree just outside the classroom. The teacher was quiet, having given instructions to take the remaining thirty minutes of class to construct our poem.
Written by M.J.C #1. What exactly happens when we enter into someone else’s universe? We can become overwhelmed for sure. … More