#WritePhoto The Language of Trees

Trees speak to us

In the bursting green of buds

In the rustle of leaves

In the sway of branches

In the changing of colors

In the life-giving essence

we breathe

In the billowing shade

we shelter

In the roots spreading

Deep and wide

Connecting to nature

And to us

All for one and one for all

The living planet

Are we listening?

March Wrap Up

The perfect Review: To the point opinions with clarifications.

Wrap Up (2)# of Books Read: 12

# of Pages Read: 3,559

Favourite Book(s) of the Month: The Nickel Boys, The Bride Test, Daisy Jones and the Six

A Serial Killer’s Daughter by Kerri Rawson


I enjoy when books are told from an interesting perspective. I appreciated that Kerri Rawson was so open and willing to share her story. We do not often think of the serial killer’s family, but they themselves are often victims in their own way. She is inspiring in a lot of ways. I liked that she was looking back at her childhood in hindsight. There are things her dad did that seem obviously twisted to us now, but it is hard to see when you are living it. I do wish I had read a book about BTK and his crimes before I picked this one up. I do not know a lot about him, and A…

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Aurora Rising by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

Kaufman and Kristoff make a great writing team. By the way, the cover is wonderful for YA SCFI-FANTASY

Grumpy Book Grrrl

They’re not the heroes we deserve. They’re just the ones we could find. Nobody panic.

Release date: May 7, 2019. Publisher: Knopf Books for Young Readers.

If Star Trek, Lord of the Rings, and The Breakfast Club had a baby…this would be it. The cast of characters…

  • Tyler Jones (Alpha)
  • Scarlett Jones (Diplomacy)
  • Aurora O’Malley (Girl Out of Time)
  • Kal Gilwraeth (Weapons)
  • Cat Brannock (Pilot)
  • Zila Madran (Science Officer)
  • Finian de Seel (Gearhead)
  • Magellan (The Wal-Mart version of Siri/Alexa in the year 2380)

I won’t go into the plot except to say that this is about a ragtag crew of new graduates of Aurora Academy who reluctantly have to save the galaxy after some spoilery stuff happens. And then some more awesome spoilery stuff happened – and the book ended. Not to worry, this is only book one in The Aurora Cycle trilogy!

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Dancing with Baby


She fills the sink till the bubbles rise

She washes the dishes and she sighs

Just like her dreams, the bubbles pop

and disappear,

 till she is left

with only her fears

Baby is pulling at her knee

She picks him up, and twirls him, weeeeee…

The radio is playing its musical fantasy

Vibrating the air

And in the kitchen, there

She dances with baby on her hip

And because she loves

The laughter on his sweet face

She makes herself content to wait

For the dreams she knows she needs 

To make her life complete

And so, she dances with baby on her hip

They twirl around and around

Speaking words that make no sound

The Cave


They were ten and twelve, scrawny arms and gamboling legs. Best friends on this late spring day. The rains had come and gone, washing away the remnants of winter’s debris. They race along the ridge, chasing winds that whisper secrets only they can hear.  They follow those whispers deep into the woods, lured from an often trod path.

For who can resist the wind?

“Hey,” calls out the eldest, his ginger hair curling from beneath his baseball cap, “What”s this?”

The youngest, to prove his mettle, leaps over the narrowest part of the crevice, “Aw, probably just a cave.”

“It looks old. And deep,” Ginger says, his interest piqued, though he stands back, eyes narrowed.

The younger one, his hair blowing stick straight, black as a raven’s wing, says,” Could be Indian bones inside,” his brown eyes wide with challenge.

The gauntlet thrown,  Ginger puffs out his chest, though his heart kicks up, “Let’s go to the edge of the cave, just to see?”

Raven grins, “You go first, I’ll stick close.”

Ginger lowers his legs over the crevice, than slips down until his feet touch spongy earth. Shale from the outcropping falls in behind him. He takes a step and then another. The decline drops suddenly, sharply.  “Oh, oh,” Ginger cries out. The Oh’s echo up and up. Shale and stone slide in behind him, clattering and echoing.

“Hey, you okay?” Black has scurried back from the crevice, legs and arms careening in a crab-like fashion. He stands on hard earth, pacing, pacing.

Black calls out again and again; his voice, only his voice echoes back. They’d been warned not to leave the path. He had only followed.

The sun falls behind the trees; threads of purple trace their tops. Black picks his way through the shadows; the menacing trees.

The wind chases him, pushing him sideways, slapping at his head, twisting his black hair.

And the echoes, insistent, the echoes are inside his head.