Ink can be made out of pretty much anything, she mused, as she bent over the fragment of papyrus, studying the marks in it.

I’ve been sick a lot this winter and haven’t been able to get outside a lot so my front yard looks like’ Grey Gardens, the Poor Version’ or like humans hadn’t been reinvented yet after another…you know…whatever. I see now…

There was once a man she thought she could never live without. He died. Much to her surprise, she didn’t.

(A continuation of what you've read. Btw, I will be on a plane all day today, in case you don't hear from me right away.) I called her every night. But before I could tell her anything meaningful, she’d say…

They work. Some have figured out how to balance love and work. Some struggle every day, wracking their brain, asking themselves how will they earn a living? Become a barista and save enough to open their own cafe? Teach Spanish?…

In No Truth Land Everyone is a liar If I tell you that the sun is out Don’t believe me It might be out But it also might not be. In No Truth Land There is no way of knowing…

“They can’t be mine”, she thought, and she rubbed them together as if they were cold, as if putting them in contact with each other would magically change them. She hugged her hands softly but firmly together, involuntarily praying that…

Your own hands lie in your own lap and you and those hands are part of your destiny, your future. Our long-distance relationship is not what I hope for, delightful as it is. We used to see each other every…

(Working on what I hope will be the final draft of this book. This scene is about 3/4s of the way in.) Annie McCracken hurried down the Jorgensen’s driveway like she couldn’t wait to get away from me. Jesus, I…

It's me! Roberta! Moving headfirst down the birth canal, dangerously stuck for hours in my mother's fear-saturated passageway-- --suddenly cold metal forceps clamp onto my little head, pull for dear life, Look! I swim out into an ocean of air,…

The great Russian theater director, actor and acting teacher Konstantin Stanslavski once wrote that the reason most of the people who become actors do so is because deep down inside them they suspect that someone else’s life is more interesting…

A powerful thing, desire. Perhaps the most powerful thing on our planet….. It has a connotation of darkness, danger, the kind of escapades that must take place in the shadows while the heart burns bright! Burns bright with…what else?….desire! Whatever!…