by Teri Youmans Grimm | Apr 23, 2013
Outside my bedroom window, beneath the sound of wind and dry leaves, a shadow called my...
by Teri Youmans Grimm | Feb 8, 2013
The shoe poised on the tip of my toe was a lure. Even directors important as Von Stroheim want to be hunted. You there (eyeing my ankle, my nearly exposed foot), you can dance? I nodded. We may let the camera see all of you. And like that I became foreground,...