When I first sat down to write this post, it was meant to be a light hearted piece of advice to budding writers, both young and old. I...

The soft low cry of the blues guitar, sounding as if it were weeping to the world in a deep, sad, voice lingered heavy in the air. Amber...

A place to lay my head I search to dream my dreams so sweet. A bough or branch for me to perch, to rest my weary feet. For endless time...

I love listening to advice. Most of it is unsolicited so it’s usually an adventure of where the journey is going to go. I don’t follow...