Writing Slump

I’m in a writing slump. By slump I mean I don’t want to do it. Instead, I wander around Target. I look up recipes on Pinterest.  I work on perfecting my tweets. I drive to Starbucks for coffee. I check Facebook. I read email. I contemplate getting a job. But there is...

Americana

While on my way home from running errands one Saturday morning in  March I drove down my town’s main street and was treated to quite a display of Americana. Lined up and down the street were fire trucks that were paired up across from one another and “holding” an...

Over Our Heads

I’ve often felt much like Kim describes in “Over Our Heads.” But I know the magic happens when we step outside of our comfort zone. And believe me, it’s really cool when you get a glimpse of the possibilities. I’m headed to Seattle for...

kissing

“The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.” ― Alice Munro, Runaway Yesterday’s prompt got me thinking and writing about kissing. What was his name – maybe Arthur or Jay or Jared?  I don’t so much remember his name as I remember the...
The Twenty-Third Mile

The Twenty-Third Mile

I used to be a runner. Three to four days a week, I’d throw on a sports bra, tee shirt, shorts and running shoes, and hit the pavement. I’d run rain or shine. I’d run when it was 90 degrees. I’d run when it was well below zero. I’d run at...

Insanity

“I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my beloved and hated twin, but now, I don’t know you as myself” ― Joy Harjo I have always feared insanity, my own and others.  It seemed the worst thing that could happen to me (the thing I...
Loosening my grip

Loosening my grip

I’m taking an art class. I knew I would have to start with the basics, but I didn’t realize that meant learning how to hold my pencil. My teacher informed me that the death grip that I usual hold my pencil in makes my shading look scratchy and uneven. She...

Ice cream, forgiveness, and the weather

I wrote two things earlier this morning and here they are Thing Number One: In response to a prompt that asked “If you were to write a book today, what would you want it to prove?” I thought, 1. Ice cream is heaven sent and will heal most things.2. When ice cream...

Lost

I lost my keys. How is it possible that after I pulled my car in the driveway my keys completely disappeared? I’ve searched through every drawer and underneath every cushion. Nothing. Perhaps my lost keys are symptom of a much larger problem. Maybe losing...

magic fingers

I started work young – thirteen I think.  Chambermaid at the Redwood Motel.  It did not go so well.  In fact I hated it.  While others, including my sister, seemed to gain pleasure from making the bathroom shine, I would wipe it down with the dirty towels that were...

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