I am not a superstitious person. If anything I find luck in the most unexplainable places. Today of all days is my kind of day. He thinks I’m a witch. He thinks I’m a gypsy. Sitting under this latter with my black cat Belladonna. Happy Friday the 13th.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair