Today I wanted to share a favorite short story from my collection called The Misplaced Mermaids. I hope you enjoy it! NEVER by Carlene Love Flores “Hold on to something now. Get your sea legs set.” I obeyed my grandpa. He still waited until I made eye contact with him, the signal that… Continue reading Never: a short story from The Misplaced Mermaids
Category: Love
I Will Dance
A Very Short Story by Carlene Love Flores Photo by Adrien Olichon on Pexels.com I’m a dancer in an oil field. The one with the velvet couch. You’re always quiet when you come and watch. One day you stopped me in my tracks. You blinked and a tear fell. Because you refused to explain, I… Continue reading I Will Dance
Why Do I Love Octopuses (So Much)?
Because there is nothing else like them on the planet. So much curiosity surrounds octopuses these days. I myself only became deeply aware of them five years ago when I had the chance to interact with them up close. Since then, they have become one of my all-time favorite creature-teachers. I have learned a mountain’s… Continue reading Why Do I Love Octopuses (So Much)?
WAYV IS GOING ON TOUR!
Back in January of this year, I wrote a post introducing you to WayV (my favorite band) and how I felt they were on the cusp of going on their first Concert Tour. You can read that post HERE. At that time, nothing was official. Just the millions of WayV fans around the world (affectionately… Continue reading WAYV IS GOING ON TOUR!
Love’s Role in Loneliness
"Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along." ~Rumi Practicing self-love helps us in many ways. It is an essential starting point to our overall well-being. But, when it comes to encountering and wading through the heavy feeling of loneliness, we might feel ourselves needing more. When I read Rumi’s quote, I… Continue reading Love’s Role in Loneliness
Lace and Charcoal
Outside the broken window, the ocean was loud, while the cows kept quiet. Their peaceful black and white shadows graced the hillside cliff, balancing out the crashing below. Inside the broken window, the snug room was quiet, the loudest sound being the popping of the candle’s wick. The shadows of the two people inside flickered… Continue reading Lace and Charcoal