I found this pin in a bowling alley parking lot when I was about ten. This was in my hometown in central Florida. It was covered in grit. I was walking from my grandmother's house to a nearby gift shop that had a wall of books. I may have had a few dollars to spend …
How does this week find you? Such a complicated question these days. Well perhaps any day ever in the history of time, but it feels especially so right now. But I wish you well in whatever you're going through. Things do get better. And we still have so much to share. Today I thought about …
Continue reading Another Pandemic Evening (Have distant seat and stay a spell.)
I didn't "win" my "battle" against cancer. I'm not dead, and I am (so far and as far as I know) cancer free, but saying I won makes me feel as if I was stronger than others or made better choices. I did what most everyone else did (everyone who has health insurance anyway)--showed up …
I've been thinking about alternative timelines. What if the election of 2000 had gone differently? What if I hadn't asked to live with my mom? What if I had reacted differently in a bad situation? What if Archduke Ferdinand hadn't been assassinated? What if I had ignored that near panic attack and gone dancing that …
I'm going to steal a page a from Austin Kleon. Do you subscribe to his newsletter? Every week he sends readers a list of ten things he thinks are worth sharing. Since he also has a book called Steal Like an Artist, I'm following his advice. Here are ten things I think are worth sharing: …
Continue reading A Light on the in the Evening (Have a seat and stay a spell.)
2020 feels like trying to build a house in a nonstop earthquake. Well, that sounds like the problem is Mother Nature. Perhaps it is more like trying to build a house while others run around with bulldozers, jackhammers, and wrecking balls. Or maybe it's like building a house in the dark with no idea what …
Sharing scenes from my current novel-in-progress (maaaaybeeee novellaaaaa...) has been quite the experience. So in no particular order... ...it forces me to write something. I promised to send people scenes every Sunday, and I haven't missed a Sunday yet (17 Sundays so far!) ...it pushes me through my fear of judgment. The fear is still …
I've been making books. And I'll be selling them on Etsy. I've also been writing my Fairy Tale Asylum story. (You can read installments here--see menu bar--or subscribe via Tiny Letter.) Honestly I've been stuck with what to write most of the time. Maybe it's pandemic brain. Everything I think of seems better said by …
I've been sitting here for an hour thinking about what to write. I had ideas until I clicked on "Add New Post." Making art and poetry and stories is what I do even if it is not enough. I have added more installments to The Fairy Tale Asylum for those of you reading along. Thank …
The world feels steeped in grief. Death is countable. Grief immeasurable. And while death is part of life, so much of it is unnecessary, senseless, and terrible. We grieve for more than people. We grieve moments. My mother wasn't there to see me graduate. We grieve relationships. My mother never knew her grandson. We grieve …
