Don't think. Feel.
Fly Dove, Sing Sparrow
I could cry at the drop of a hat
Noblesse Oblige
Following
Stories by Blind Princess
My Cousin Deseraye
Long ago, before I grew to become ashamed of my mother, there was my cousin Deseraye.
A Bottle of Wine Later...
My rants, annoyances, bitchiest attitudes and my sweetness, carefulness, and Boss-ass-bitchyness
I Know Why the Bird is Caged
A Collection of Poems
Just me, one-upping Maya Angelou