So my mom is being a eager helper again, helping her former student’s mother look for an apartment in the downtown area.
This week, I am grateful for the power of imagination.
My grandma used to tell me this story about how she owned an antique shop in Europe during second World War.
“You will never get away with this.” She said as her ex-boyfriend led her out of her apartment with her hands tied behind her back.
What is your favorite cheese?
Hey, I got one.
There is a trail not far from here. Some call it Trail of Doom, while others call this trail the Trail of Boredom.
I have visited this property once every years ever since my Uncle Billy died. Now, an empty and broken structure sitting at the corner of Main Street and First Avenue, this was once the neighborhood gathering spot and my home.
Everyone stared as I set up my camera gear around the park, as well they had never seen a girl my size at a skate park. “Uh, what are you doing?” One of the kids came over and asked.
This week, I am grateful for being myself.
I saw this one and couldn’t resist. Happy Saturday! Source: Pinterest
I love waterfalls.
Here’s a lovely bird house for you this Friday.
“Blow out the candles, Emilia,” Mother hissed as we heard the blaring of the air-raid alarm.
How do you like to spend a rainy day?
Haha, I like grammar jokes!
Dylan stood at the edge of the graffiti rooftop and looked down at the crowd below. “Shut it!” His second-in-command, Chuck, shouted.
This is a picture of the full moon from a few nights ago.
Last Monday, the day before Independence Day, beneath the near 100-degree sun, my mom, aunt, and I took a fast-paced 2-mile stroll along the exercise trail at the air force base.