If the ink of my writing morphed into ants, would they march along with my thoughts? Would they find my work as enjoyable as a picnic? If the answer is no, I wouldn’t hesitate to stomp all over my writing.

“Love is like a unicorn with a rainbow for a horn. What I mean is it’s rare, and…”

“Working in the hotel business I have learned a lot about people. It’s amazing w…”

“A blanket could be used to say I’m sorry without using words, gestures, body la…”

“Hellos are ascending in speed, not slowing down like goodbyes. I may say hi as …”