Dorinda Casey Russell never doubted she was her father’s daughter. She never disrespected the woman she always called “Mom.”
But what happens when Dorinda decides to pursue the storm?
Smiling • Writing • Dreaming
Fiction from Photos
Where Stories Go Sideways...Sort of
All Is One With Our Creator
The Unwitting Journeys of the Witty Miss Livingstone
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
Desperately trying not to be basic.
Never stop dreaming, 'cause the day you stop dreaming, is the day you stop living.
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos