Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
honeyfuggle me sing bon mots about mon coeur melt my resistance whisper words sweet like sugar until I’m bound by your spell Thanks to the WOTD Challenge for teaching me a new word (honeyfuggle) and to Frank's haiku challenge for inspiring me one more time!
She used to worry. Why was she so unhappy? He gave her everything. Every day his people came. They made sure that every part of her body was taut and sleek and limber. Masseuses and yogis. Stylists and waxers. Doctors and manicurists. Poking and prodding. Smoothing and stretching. Watching. Then they’d go. And she’d be… Continue reading She Used To Worry
Tina Stewart Brakebill 