Tracy Rose Stamper dances with words. Her middle name is the most significant word that she has written lately during these days asking us to rise. She lives in a home on a hill in St. Louis with her two human loves, her two rescue beagle boys, and a whimsical wind sculpture out front. She is a columnist at Rebelle Society, contributing author of Anna Linder’s ‘The Book of Emotions,’ and has work forthcoming in borrowed solace and Drunk Monkeys. You can connect with her on her Facebook page Dancing Pen. https://www.facebook.com/DancingPenTracyStamper
This Ten Word Story was typed on a manual Triumph DeJUR typewriter, c. 1957. Let’s call her Trudy. Humble and sturdy and oh so beautifully balanced.
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?? love the power of words on the page! Gracious thank you for sharing