I have flashes of memory. Little vignettes. Still images that show up and tell me a story that doesn’t have a consistent thru-line. There’s falling asleep in your wheelbarrow in the backyard of the Old…
Browsing Category Creative Writing
No Longer Awareless
Now is the time where I share my flat-out shock (laced with a trace of honey-you-knew-it-was-gonna-go-like-this) that the tarot cards — no matter how we’ve come at them, how they’ve been dealt, whether approached numerologically…
Where the Path May Lead
Have you ever had a relationship with an expiration date? I have and it’s glorious. Because there is no chance things can continue past that point looming out there in the near future, there’s room…
Buttons and Blocks
I can still see the rug. Probably 25 feet by 15. Whatever the proportions are in that range for a rug. So many colors and shapes and blocks of activities dyed into the low pile….
Family Tree
“It’s always all or nothing with you, kid.” Jake refused to make eye contact with his favorite uncle, certain he’d lose his shit if he felt any more seen than he already did. Toby kept…
Manifestation Bingo
“Toldja!” “Whatever.” Laughter and eye-rolls and playful shoving. “The next time I say I’m 99.999999% sure, you’ll believe me now.” “I always believe you! That’s the problem.” A wink, a grin as the walk continues….
Biznik Branch-Out
Branching out, y’all. I’d love it if you’d check out my latest venture, writing for small business owners over at Biznik (a fab community that Colleen Wainwright got me into, coming up on four years…
A love letter to writing.
I read Colleen Wainwright’s post about Sundays. And I realized I owed my blog a few things. Year-end round-up posts (always some of my favorite to write), more posts in general (this has become a…