Last week I picked up my journal again, after nearly a year's hiatus. Journaling has always worked that way for me; I've had years where I wrote every day for months, and years when it was months between entries. The key has been never to give myself a hard time about...
Happy New Year...slightly late and somewhat discombobulated, but I'm still here, and that's a thing, isn't it? This year I didn't make any resolutions, a break with my usual tradition. Late on New Year's Eve night my sister asked me about it; she wanted to hear my norm...
This morning, I posted this photo on my personal Facebook page:
And if you think it's hard to look at, imagine how it felt. The left side of my body has been screaming at me all day. The important bit is somewhat obscured by all the blood, however: to wit, I started run...
Hello from the edge of Hell where we are not quite sitting in the grip of The Winter That Wouldn't Quit, though we do seem to have received a glancing blow. It's April 8 and outside it was 40° this morning. By comparison, last year on this date it was 80° here in the f...
In this week's episode I head outdoors and in less than five minutes realize that I'm mysteriously covered in fire ants from head to toe. Some days you're just better off not.
Thanks to Codex, the writers' group I belong to, I was able to write three shiny new pieces of flash fiction in January. All are currently out on submission, and hopefully will be available for your reading pleasure sometime in the coming months.
I'm writing early today, before the whole house wakes up and the chaos reigns once more.
Being pulled in a thousand directions lately. Everything is behind, overdue, etc. Trying to focus only on the task in front of me, but work left undone is always stressful. We usual...
The other day it rained for the first time in over five weeks. The ground was cracked and dry, and dust clung to every surface--trees, cars, houses, people. Over the years I've come to realize that as disaster zones go, I'm far better suited to floods than drought. May...
I'm not even going to attempt (not yet, anyway) to speak about the tragedy in Las Vegas. It was preventable, and that, more than anything I think, is what makes it a tragedy.
