Fracture Fairy Tail, er, Tale
What a lovely day to graze in the meadow, thought Bessie, the chestnut mare, as she trotted out the paddock gate. I hope I’m the first...
Ethos. Logos. Pathos.
The musings of Rebecca Rhoads
Hello. Please be my guest for a short while. Let's put the noise of the world behind, kick back and chat over a good cup of coffee. I'll do my best to entertain and to provoke thought. I'll tell you stories that have been six decades in the making. And I hope I make your day a little brighter for having spent time with me.