my right foot and I are on the outs again I keep telling it what I want it to do but sometimes it just sits there unresponsive it looks like my right foot it feels like my right foot but it’s as if it has forgotten what it means to be foot forgotten what it […]
Read their stories in their eyes generation on generation on generation something passes down stories true formed and told shaped by those untrue the myths of girlhood myths of womanhood Fates set against fantasies and needs of men Photo by Library of Congress on Unsplash Bob Wertzler is retired from nearly twenty years in the mental health field both […]
I will not be silent. I will not be afraid. I will not sacrifice myself again, I will not turn the other cheek. I will speak the truth —not my truth, the truth— Not all things are subjective, Not all causes are just. I do not want to fight, But I swear on my sword […]
So we often have friends releasing new books. And we love to recommend them. Starting today, Every Saturday I am going to start recommending five new/newish releases that are on our TBR for you to read.
The last few weeks have been getting me a lot of recommendations for Halloween titles. This one looks like it might be one that would make crawling under the covers fun. Old Dark Houses By Tylor James Seems like a Halloween novel worth reading anytime.
Urban Fantasy Romance. Smokey, sexy and fun. All seem to apply to Ember Holt’s books. So how could I not put her book The Chimera Bounty on my tbr?
I adore Cait Marie’s Books. That being said each of her series have such a different feel to them. If you haven’t read Making the Play I highly recommend it.
Another Author that we cannot get enough of is Skye Turner. Her That Day looks like one to pick up!
girls talk about important things they plan their futures tell each other secrets they have best friends sometimes for life they listen to each other they write stories and poems they dream make blood oaths learn to trust or not they learn to obey or not they SEE everything they stay or run away they […]
Her black onyx eyes were always rimmed red from crying? steam in the kitchen? sewing in poor light? I never knew, perhaps I didn’t know how to ask I knew her heart was sad even as her face smiled the lines carved into her skin like crosshatching she’d lost her girlhood to a man who […]