Our Little Miracle is Here ❤️

Introducing Nathaniel Anthony Duran! (As of August 31, 2022 😁)

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

So Close Yet So Far...

Image
I'm almost done with writing out my first draft of the book that I am currently working on (finally!). I may be a little in the foggy, hopeful twilight zone (considering that it is just the first rough draft that I am almost done with...) but let's just say that I am hopeful...☺️ This is a new approach with a fairy tale that I haven't done yet, considering that I have changed the names of some of the characters (what's new? lol I always do that, I believe characters develop into their names...and that part, I believe that I have never been good at (you're always your worst critic)), gender of some of the characters, and even complete storyline (it takes a really long time to write a story), but I am confident that I am almost done, at least with the rough draft part...lol.  Who knows when I'll be finished with the whole thing! (But I am confident...) (I'm also thinking of writing/publishing this under a pen name based off of a dream that I recently had. 😴) ...
Read more

What is life all about?

Image
Once upon a time, there was a girl who could do anything in the world that she wanted. All she had to do was choose something (whatever it may be) and focus. Consequently, one day she sat down in front of a blank canvas and began to paint. Every stroke was more even more perfect than the next, slowly and gracefully converging to build a purely flawless masterpiece. And when she finished painting, she stared proudly at her work and was all smiles. It was clear to the clouds and the stars, who were always above her, that she had a gift. She was an amazing artist. And she knew this fact too. She felt it in every single fiber of her being. Although a few moments after she finally finished painting, she stood up a little too quickly. By reason that she realized that while she had the ability to do anything in the world she wanted to do, she was furtively spending her time moving simple paint around on a piece formerly blank of canvas. She felt like there was so much more in the wo...
Read more

A Quiet, Quaint Parisian Café

Image
Under the soft glow of Parisian streetlights, Briar sat at a corner table in Café Merci, the quaint café she had visited so many times since moving to the city. The buzzing hum of chatter and the clinking of coffee cups around her felt comforting, but tonight, the usual peace felt like a distant memory. It had been exactly three weeks since she last saw him—Theo. They had met in this same café, both seeking a possible refuge from the rain. Their comfortable shared smile that day had been the beginning of something neither of them had expected. They spent seemingly endless hours talking about everything and nothing, their connection instant and effortless. But after that evening, he had vanished. No message and no explanation. Just the stone-cold silence. Briar stirred her coffee absentmindedly, lost in thought. Her gaze wandered toward the door absentmindedly, almost expecting him to walk righy through it. But the bell above the door remained frozen, and the world continued...
Read more