“My mind is now wrapped in a story, tangled in frost-coated vines and rich smells and familiar tastes. With closed eyes, I place the charcoal on the paper and begin to draw.
This is a sketch of winter.”
11-7-18
Travels lead me through old halls hung with old pictures in cracked frames. Everywhere I go, a part of me stays, and I wonder if my soul will ever decide where it belongs, because I can’t trust my head or my heart to make that decision for me. I
Going back to middle grade! I know it’s November now, but this was such a cute book to end the summer on, with a twist of mystery and intrigue and a dusty ranch town setting. For some reason, middle grade always surprises me because of the different persp
