Category Archives: Writings

In a hushed whisper I pace barefoot over the grass that feels like mud beneath my feet, I find myself unthrottling a part of me that I rarely acknowledge. “I hate her. If I could erase her existence, I would.” The words escape me, a venting of emotions that startles even myself – reminiscent ofContinue reading “Family Secrets”

Lately, I’ve been feeling like my writing game is in a bit of a slump. I want the surreal sensation of stepping into the eye of a hurricane where the wicked witch is pedaling her bike, and houses are uprooted and spinning wildly. I love the plunge into the depths, my hands reaching, embracing theContinue reading “Magic Carpet Ride”

As I sit down to write, my thoughts seem to catch their breath, yet hesitant to find their voice. It’s as if they are submerged, unwilling to come to the surface. I’ve reached a point where I no longer feel compelled to respond to someone; instead, I’m choosing the ghosting route. I know, I know,Continue reading “Juggling Hats Chat”

With a start time of 9:55pm, Dave and I decided on a spontaneous trip to see the movie “Strays.” The news that it was “National Cinema Day” coupled with the incredibly low ticket price of $4 made the decision even easier. Plus, with the assurance that Grandma Carol and Grandpa Richard could handle Evelyn’s teethContinue reading “Let’s Go To The Movies”

Evelyn has made of soul-sister friend. Their instant bond formed as Emma leaped out of her aunt’s van and sprinted up the concrete driveway, with Evelyn’s split second decision to trail behind. Within minutes, they’d united forces, armed with makeshift swords against their much older and larger cousin. They’ve also dunked in an ice chest,Continue reading “Milk Cow Blues”

While tossing the romaine lettuce in a zesty lime dressing, I felt the sharp sting of a fresh cut. It took me a couple glances to realize that I hadn’t accidentally sliced the pads of my middle and ring finger. It was that I had spent hours meticulously scouring the Towaliga River, sifting through rocksContinue reading “A Piece Of History”

I never really talk about sex here, but I’m definitely a sexual being. Uh oh, while on the porch just now, the UPS driver, sporting his knee-length brown canvas shorts and flexing calf muscles, dropped off a package just a few feet away from me. If I hadn’t had thoughts of sex on my mind,Continue reading “Let’s Talk About Sex”

There’s a churning in my chest, not the quick paced stirring up of whipped cream, but close. I’m a writer. The idea is newly owned and is true as the strong breeze billowing my shirt and crashing it against my body like waves. Still, I wish I could speak as naturally and as long-windedly asContinue reading “When Doves Cry”

I had a ten-plus minute stretch where I felt like I sucked. With the three-hour time zone change and diverting from my routine of meeting people in person, I made multiple scheduling mistakes that plummeted my self-confidence. Sure, everyone was understanding because people are, but I wasn’t. My favorite session was with a fellow writerContinue reading “Drive-Thru Writing”