Heather clicked the radio buttons, desperate for a station that didn’t play classic rock. She snuck a shocked glance at Mom, behind the wheel, as MGMT’s “Little Dark Age” floated from the speakers.
Mom said nothing, minuscule smile quirking her lips. One point, Mom. Continue reading
Writing/Tales + Tails + Culture + Compassion
my views.. my way
Challenging the barriers of the way we define reality
Because not everything has to be serious
Stories and thoughts about being a queer girl geek in the 21st Century.
Discovering place, family and me - one story at a time
we see the same moon; you and I
Valley of the Trolls 