~The Modern Musings of LaRonda Moore~
SERIES SUMMARY: Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage. Read to see…
I wish ceilings were painted grass green, and that spiders were tiny and hot pink. But mostly, I wish that time was purple. In her room, clear walls are tinted like glass. This room is petite, obsolete. The placement of the window bothers me, it reflects nature as cold. The antique jewelry box atop the maple dresser…
Melodic sounds reverberate through the air. It’s Saturday morning and Chris and his crew are setting up for their Annual Jazz Summer Series. The Yellow Bird has played together for the last thirteen years, and they are always excited when their weekend tour schedule makes it way back to their hometown. They are the answer to…
We are told as kids that words can't hurt, but that couldn't be further from the truth. I have grown so much in the last year in regards to love and relationships, but hear me when I say that I still have a ways to go. Sometimes, it's not about who wins the argument…
There's nothing wrong with just looking. Inspired by Stellar SWS Challenge 3-18-17.
In the fairy tales, happily ever after, seems so damn easy. © LaRonda Moore
SERIES SUMMARY: Kayla is on a quest to move beyond the hurt of her past as she realizes the impact that hurt has on her present and potential future. This is a modern tale of love that accounts the complexities of blending the lives of two thirty-somethings and all of their respective baggage. Read to see…
Madison repositions herself, yawns to make her ear pops, and stares into the mysterious calm of the clouds. She hasn't been home in six years, and the anticipation of her return masked as anxiety has her overthinking everything from who will be there to pick her up to if she has simply stayed away too long. Funerals…
Ronald held the phone in disbelief, with a feeling somewhere in between joy and confusion. In a fog, he hangs up and stumbles over to the couch to sit down. When he was eight years old, his father left their house one morning and never returned. After days of his mother pleading with the authorities…
Tears talk, telling tales too tough to take. They threaten time trying to triumph, then terrify those that think too thin. © LaRonda Moore
