Last week, my brother spotted this balloon flying above my mother's house. He told us to come out and see it. It's an exciting day when you find a hot air balloon flying overhead, especially if The Great and Powerful Oz is on board, which he happened to be.

The Wizard was throwing free brains, courage, and heart over the side of the basket.

Can a girl write love poems or is that supposed to be left to men?

I get inspired at around three in the morning when the rest of the world is sleeping. It seems like people start getting careless with their dreams about that time, and dreams begin floating down my street.