Why hello again, dear reader. It’s so good to see you back. Or, perhaps, I am mistaken, and you’re new here. If so, then welcome in. Tales of Casstastrophe has ...
Surely, dear reader, you know by now what it is that I am about to tell you. If not from the title of this post, then from the clues that ...
“But I also learned that it’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief… lessens. It may not ever go away completely, ...
Editor’s Note: This was written to be published last year but, alas, it was not. The why is because many things were happening. Many changes, many adjustments, many repressed, many ...
730 days without you, at the date. An eerie parallel to your age.
“Are you okay, Cassie? You look a little lost.” These are actual words that someone spoke to me just a few days ago, seemingly out of nowhere. There I was ...
First and foremost, this is for you. Not for them. I don’t need to tell you that I miss you, but I do need to say that I’m sorry. ...
It’s been one whole year since I started Tales of Casstastrophe and look how far we’ve come! From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
The most perfect of white camellias – which I cannot take the credit for finding. Tony, the head gardener at Inish Beg, discovered this beautiful botanical gem buried back behind ...
My Essentials: new Helly Hansen jacket & Timberland hiking boots (thanks Mama!), more heavy sweaters than anyone really needs, the camera I rarely find an excuse to use, and a ...