(Hello! This is an essay I'm revising for publication in a local creative writing journal. I'd love to get a little feedback/reaction to how it's landing. Thanks so much!) My vision of myself as a writer has always been plot-driven,…
View writingWe wake up every morning with a choice to make. Sure many choices like five more minutes or get out and walk, flats or heals, oatmeal or cinnamon roll. But, that's not the choice I'm talking about. How about the…
View writingSunbeam Vintage is a place you don’t think about visiting on New Year’s Eve, but that’s where I was, way out in Pasadena, getting dining chairs. Can’t have a dining party without chairs. And in less than eight hours, eight…
View writingA tree, missing bark broken branches falling off wounds lead to decay. A child, who can't love mood swings, crying jags, outbursts chases help away. Easier to fix a damaged tree, than to teach hearts to trust again.
View writingWind blows the chimney over, rain leaks through the old roof, staining the ceiling or mold grows on the bedroom wall. It’s worth spending the necessary hours or days to figure out what caused that damage and to fix it.…
View writingDo you think the woman with the dog scanned my wallet? Wait? What? It’s not a coincidence that as soon as I left Starbucks I got that scam call. Your wallet doesn’t have your maiden name on any of your…
View writingTwilight falls, yet before the next dawning, As a decent night’s sleep they do mock, Writers pause, knowing soon they must welcome the moon, And that ancient fiend called Writers’ Block. They hear in the wide world around them Peaceful…
View writingI want to start clean. The weight of financial problems, health problems, and life problems feels daunting. I want to write and need to write but can't get motivated enough to share feelings. This weekend was Tiffany's birthday and it…
View writingWhen you grow up with a father who cheats on his wife and leaves his family for another woman there's collateral damage. The daughter knew from the time that she was very young that something wasn't right in her family…
View writingMarla swirled in front of the boutique's mirror with her best friend standing to the side. "It's perfect," Jenn said. "You will be the envy of the ball." Marla laughed. "What...I'm Cinderella and I'm about to accidentally meet my prince?"…
View writingIt doesn’t show, the damage. I am without evidence and plan to sustain the screen of well-being. I think, basically, I’m succeeding. What am I hiding? The deaths. I talk about them sometimes, when the person I’m with is already…
View writingThey say you should not read the comments online. Why would you do that to yourself? It's that feeling of being courageous enough to go in the water, even though you are a bit anxious. To try to ride the…
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