Originally published on Sept. 2, 2013 – the year I turned 30. I’ve lived 30 years. Not sure why, but something about that sounds…seasoned. As…
Category: writing
I was uncomfortable. Trailer move? Done. Classes started? Done. Weekend writing retreat? Commenced. And yet my soul was ill-at-ease. I stood in a hot shower…
I enrolled in a 15-week fitness program and it’s the first time I’ve done such a thing since college when I could barely find the…
Remember that time I was a janitor? And some drunk guy knocked on the window at 3 a.m. asking for a ride? And then I called…
If I’ve heard it once, I’ve heard it a million times: make hay while the sun shines. And while that is usually most applicable for…
We’ve progressed in the travel trailer rehab to the point where things don’t even have names anymore. “I am not primering that bullshit,” I muttered…
They happen. The creative melt down that begins as a melt down with the potential of turning into a full-on temper tantrum. I don’t know…
They’re a real bitch sometimes. Maybe I should use a big-girl word to describe them. They’re so contrarian. They’re a blight on human existence. They’re…
I used to say this a lot: “I just don’t have time to get that done.” Or: “I ran out of time and couldn’t do…
Blending my story with God’s has always been disconcerting to me, especially in the moments when, quite frankly, I’ve thought the plot has sucked. If…