Jade Black, a woman whose work I’m minorly obsessed with, was at the art show at the Ocean Shores Convention Center earlier today. She’s a local, and her photography is moody – in darker, sepia tones – with herself often floating with the ocean in the background in a fantasy scene with doors, keys, andContinue reading “Moody Blues Traveler”
Category Archives: Writings
Flighty Mighty Ducks
If I were to close my eyes, into a beauteous slumber I’d drift; the kind where involuntary body twitches abound and where reality sifts through your fingers like sand in an hourglass. But it’s too early for bed and too late for a nap. So I’ll spend time thinking and waiting like a spider forContinue reading “Flighty Mighty Ducks”
Honey, I’m Home
This place is a pig sty. I think to myself at seeing the unpacked suitcase, mismatched toddler shoes strewn about in a scavenger hunt-esque fashion, and a zillion other things I can’t bring to mind right now because I don’t want to. Pig sty? I also think. That’s not a word I use. Where inContinue reading “Honey, I’m Home”
Ebony Ivory Purple
I wonder, will the well for daily writing ever run dry? And then coyotes, a pack of them, jolt me up in the middle of the night. Their screams are spine-tingling, much worse than the crying baby-sounding bird I heard in Kauai. Then, as if by the wand of an orchestra conductor, they silence, jarringContinue reading “Ebony Ivory Purple”
I’ll Be Your Huckleberry
“Past the firehouse, take a left, on a washed-out road go 200 yards, take right at the big flag, go up, down, and up again, then past where that forest fire was.” With blue-stained fingers, I type, letting you know my Dad’s directions to the huckleberry patch are far more interesting than any dumb GPS’s.Continue reading “I’ll Be Your Huckleberry”
Family Ties
I am exhausted! My cousin’s wedding was today and is still going on. We left early because my eyes are red and veiny, and if you saw them, you’d say, You should get some rest, or those must be some good drugs. But seriously, I have some meaningful, unique, and tear-jerking stories to share fromContinue reading “Family Ties”
Bye Bye Birdie
I’m utilizing the back screened-in porch at my parent-in-law’s. Or is it just in-laws? Sitting in this makeshift living room, fitted with a ceiling fan, outlets, live plants, and a well-loved wood floor, is a Pinterest-worthy writing location. But there are distractions. Like the family’s beagle, Rocky. He’s jumping up beside me, and when IContinue reading “Bye Bye Birdie”
Last Sleep ‘Til SeaTac
The sun shining off the ocean looks like flashes of paparazzi cameras at the Oscars. My family bobs up and down in its surf while I’ve taken refuge in an air-conditioned bedroom. Since I can’t lie to you, I’ll guiltily admit that I’m working. Like, for my job. I called a prospective client for aContinue reading “Last Sleep ‘Til SeaTac”
Hammerhead O’Clock
When the beachgoers next to us caught a shark, my plans for this post went out the window. I meant to delve into the imposter syndrome and all its sneaky lies, but that’ll have to wait for a less-newsworthy day. Since I was gutting fish before I could walk, you can bet I was interestedContinue reading “Hammerhead O’Clock”
Vacay Day Four
Like too wet watercolors, do you recall how the early covid days bled into one another? And how heavy the angst, isolation, and drumming of nails felt during that time? My writing is that way lately; even worse, my heart seems to be taking a break and watching from the sidelines. I’m sick. Yesterday IContinue reading “Vacay Day Four”
Going On 40 