Previously… Dedicated to Darla's fatal flaw of falling in love so damn easily. Lives are changed forever as two strangers stop to look the other over, parting the tide of pedestrians along a busy city street. This has to be a meant-to-be thing, yeah? Twin flames and all that gooeyness. Who knows for sure? Maybe…

Previously… But damn, Darla, those rabbits I'm always chasing are cute buggers, but when I catch them–which is not often by the way–they're all fanged and foaming at the mouth and their pinky eyes are big ol' weep holes of blood. What does it mean? Oh yeah … and what does it mean when that…

Previously… and you can imagine the thrill and quiver along her spinal column when darla varney opened the front door and looked down upon the welcome mat and saw a special delivery with return sender's name ort abernathy on the front of the 2-day mailer darla ripped at and teared apart flexible cardboard after which…

Previously… And in one of the many handmade *journals Darla Varney makes and sells at swap meets, church bazaars, and craft fairs, she wrote today's entry: More in the moment … less outside of time (crawling, sprawling.) What is withheld will never be missed. Every story has to start somewhere; begin somehow. I don't want…

Previously… So…why are memories inexact and easily influenced by outside factors? I was there. I oughta know. Right! Same game–same players–results subject to the number of times one answers in the affirmative to any given question. Yup. String-pullers and knuckle-biters worship at the altar of Fond Remembrance. (…and Darla Varney sees a pattern emerge in…

Previously… Shh…Your one true wish:Fate will put you in your place.…let freedom retreat. P.S.Darla Varney writes what she needs to write and we come along for the ride. Or not. It's all good either way (but she keeps track of all y'all who don't pay attention.)

Previously… "Memories are sneak thieves. Pity the spirit that believes a single one of them." Darla remembered a withered face with kind eyes that spoke those words to her when she was in a bad way. Not so much a down-on-her-luck way, but more in an oblivion-has-come-to-pay-a-visit type of situation. Most occurrences older than a…

Previously… obsessed with this idea i am that when i'm "asleep" i'm actually walking around and living life as someone else. like what i mean is i am literally some other person. when i'm "asleep" i clearly "see" (experience/feel?) that i'm waking up, taking a shower, putting on a shirt and slacks and a tie…

Previously… If my art is good, why would I want to give it away for nada? ¿Por qué?  I'd rather have five strangers like my paintings than 100 friends who only like me for my freebies (or willingness to cat-sit.) I tried to do a thing on YouTube once … I am so not a…

Previously… With every Up Ahead there's a Lag Behind. Davina never knew how it felt to take the lead. I'll show them what happens when everyone leaves my side, she thought. He won't notice if I walk away, but Darla and the boys are going to have to dig deep to find their Candelaria strength.…