He arrives with a polite knock, scattering the cats to various nooks and crannies about the house. I am masked up of course, as is he, but I can see the twinkle in his eyes even though I am sure he’s weary. From the bag I am hit with the pungent, sexy smell of butter… Continue reading A Dance for Delivery Drivers
Author: Natasha Ragsdale
The Reemergence of Ragsdale
It has been awhile. Four years to be exact, although it feels like an age since I was sitting on a stoop in Sibiu, pontificating on the delights of Romanian rosé. and fancying myself some ridiculous wayward gypsy princess. Reading through my last offerings to this quiet little website I found myself reeling with a… Continue reading The Reemergence of Ragsdale