(More from my novel in progress) I pulled the Prius into the little trailer park at the edge of town, tucking it behind the dumpster where nobody would see it from the road. People called it a trailer park, but…
View writingFor three years, Gwen and I worked on cattle ranches. When I got there, I didn’t know how to ride a horse, through her hard-knocks riding school, I learned. After buying a camera and some sound gear at a used…
View writingThe Only True & Lasting Thing. "Class--welcome! It's great to see you here, ready to tackle our unit on sexual health & wellbeing! My hope is that we all learn that honesty, trust, & caring listening is at the heart…
View writingHe’s stunned. I can see that from my speeding vehicle, through my dust-streaked windshield. He bobs his body, snaps his head in unnatural directions. What I perceive first as flame– a swath of scarlet amongst the feathers– reveals itself in…
View writingGwen, my friend for over 50 years, is going to sleep on the couch in my little house and go to the Mill Valley Film Festival with my husband and me. When we became friends, each of us needed something…
View writingSister MG sat on a favorite rock formation in what she thought of as “her” meadow. The sisters even called it that, when Mother asked where the roaming nun was at a particular moment when she needed her, as the…
View writing[Context: Drafting a Substack post this morning, and wanted to toss it over the fence to see what sticks before I share it widely. Need to knows include that I am biploar, in the midst of a depressive episode, and…
View writingThank you creator for allowing me to live another day, to smell your fresh air, to listen to your birds and yes even to your blasting traffic, to taste your food, even if is now too risky to eat, andgive…
View writing[Backstory: the reader follows Vince, a 10th grade student in a San Francisco Public High School, as he attends school, at his home, at church, & at his part-time job.] (word count=275) "My thoughts scatter like birds, runaway birds," said…
View writing“It’s a blessing indeed,” thought Sister Miranda George. The tall, slender reed of a nun strolled calmly, peacefully through the back meadow gardens of the Champania DellaRosa Mother House, smelling the last dry grass of Summer, enjoying the newly born…
View writing[Context: This is very rough writing from my novel-in-progress, MESSY, which is a sequel to my debut called DIRTY. MESSY is the story of Katie, a former art director turned CEO of YourFantasyMan.com, a softcore porn website for women featuring…
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