How come we don’t party like it’s 1999 or sing the Lion King’s “The Circle of Life” from the rooftops loudly when somebody dies? As you might guess, I’m contemplating bolstering up the rituals I do after the death of a loved one. This thought thread comes shortly after the death of Billie Murray ourContinue reading “Dead Man Talking”
Category Archives: Writing
Side Eye
How many recycled thoughts versus novel thoughts do I have in a day? I can’t know the answer, but I hope it leans toward the creative and one-of-a-kind side. Do you know what never gets old? The stars in the sky. Over the bright light of my laptop screen, Monster’s University, an animation, is playingContinue reading “Side Eye”
Reflections Of You And Me
As with any discipline, writing daily hasn’t always been easy. There are good days, bad days, and in-between days. Today’s post marks 50 day’s blogging in a row! Also, out of 2022’s 85 days, I’ve only missed two. But who’s counting, right?! I’d like to reflect on my time here so far, so reflect IContinue reading “Reflections Of You And Me”
Duck, duck, goose!
I got a duck, sold a trailer, made an incredible poblano cheese dip, and yes, you heard that right – I got a duck! You want the deets, don’t you? Well, let me tell you all about it. While visiting our neighbor’s place I saw one of their ducks repeatedly being attacked by the otherContinue reading “Duck, duck, goose!”
Wheelin’ By Night
Allowing myself a peaceful transition before I start to write is meditative and helps shake away the busy, chaotic thoughts and feelings of the day. So I breathe, settle, and ask myself a few times what matters most, and what do I want to share? We’re in the car driving s-turns on the final stretchContinue reading “Wheelin’ By Night”
I Am The Walrus
Do you know about the unreliable narrator? IT MESSED WITH MY MIND when I first learned about it; in my eyes, it was outright wrong for a writer to be intentionally deceitful. I naively expected writers to be the most honest reporters ever. So when I started a book myself I expected to remember, verbatim,Continue reading “I Am The Walrus”
Stick With It
My mother’s memory shook her disapproving head at the amount of shampoo I placed on my hand and lathered into my hair moments ago. Were you also taught not to be wasteful in specific areas of the household? It’s funny how those tidbits stick with you. And how, even though I’m a million light-years awayContinue reading “Stick With It”
Bon Voyage
An 80-mph-speed-limit sure does cut the six-hour drive from Moab to Las Vegas down, but it also cuts into the moments I wish would last longer. Like, what it is to be a Holstein cow lying down with half of their bodies pressed in the cool mud. Or being the long-winged hawk pirouetting on andContinue reading “Bon Voyage”
A Grind
Being in my mind can be like walking around in a minefield, and it’s the what’s wrong with me thought that sets off the mine, otherwise known as a self-hating domino effect. And, as you might imagine, what follows is a flash-flood of unsafe emotions (not unlike the time I drove in a blizzard throughContinue reading “A Grind”
No Water, People
I mistakenly thought the National Park Ranger’s tin container had marijuana in it, along with the necessary paraphernalia to smoke this afternoon. However, inside was a dried string bean, an ear of corn, a shard of Obsidian, and various other rocks native to the Sedona valley – instead of the wacky tobacky. I’d later learnContinue reading “No Water, People”
Going On 40 