She Blossoms...

• Nights in White Satin

  Posted: December 31, 2011, 2:46 pm by She Blossoms...

  I am a romantic. No, I do not panic when presented with pink sapphires. I bask in the glory and beauty. The beauty was breathtaking. That's why I was gasping for air. Not in panic. I am a romantic! To prove it. Here's... Continue reading »

• Twilight Zone

  Posted: December 14, 2011, 11:25 pm by She Blossoms...

  So we already said this before: Man! This town is crazy! I honestly don't remember it being this upside down. But then there's the outside looking in factor, I guess. Just so you know, once you cross the Mtwapa/Shimo la Tewa bridge in serious trouble. Continue reading »

• Addicted to Pain

  Posted: December 10, 2011, 3:48 am by She Blossoms...

  Writing is hard. My Young Adult Novel is… well, I’ll get there. This past week I’ve distracted myself a little, so I may be a little short on the word count. There’s this thing with The GB which can only be described as amor loco. When I say loco, I always think of the moon … Continue reading »

• If Only I Could Find My Way Back To The Time

  Posted: December 6, 2011, 11:00 am by She Blossoms...

  There is absolutely no way for me to avoid sounding sappy and love sick. So I’m just going to go with the flow here. This week I’m reminded of an old song on one of my Mum’s LP collections. ”But You Know I Love You” is a song written by Mike Settle, which was a 1969 pop hit … Continue reading »

• Clean-Up

  Posted: December 2, 2011, 11:52 pm by She Blossoms...

  You know that feeling you get a nanosecond before you fall? Yeah, that ‘oh God no’ before you start flailing and reaching out for anything to stop the fall. Well, I got that feeling as soon as we arrived here. The reason I haven’t updated you on anything since then is because I’ve been trying … Continue reading »

• Where the hell is my beach?

  Posted: December 1, 2011, 2:27 pm by She Blossoms...

  I knew a bunch of things would have changed. But it hurt to find my beach dirty, overcrowded and, gasp, there’s a beach restaurant straight out of that Tropical Heat 80s TV show. Only instead of Nick Slaughter that hot PI, there’s a bunch of barely sober thugs chewing on miraa and sunflower seeds.   … Continue reading »

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