Stupidity: A Christmas Story

Do you ever get random unusual words stuck in your head for a couple of days? Archipelago. Stuck Words either bother me or delight me. I like how they feel when I say them out loud when everyone is gone and I’m doing laundry or walking to check the mail. I may not even be... Continue Reading →

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There’s No “I” in Jehovah…wait…

So. Everyone I know has cancer. Or might have cancer. Or has beaten cancer. It is a massive percentage of my thought process each day and, these days, pretty much consumes my Facebook experience entirely. I have had this thought: "So help me--if I don't get assailed with photos of an overachieving child or subjected... Continue Reading →

Tell Me Something Good

I've wanted to write stories since I looked like this: Now I look like this: but I still want to write stories. I had a good run there for a while, before I had all these small humans asking me for Pop Tarts and wondering out loud when I will sew Yellow Bunny's tail back... Continue Reading →

Basement Time-Capsule Reveals First Grade Political Genius

I present to you one of my first manuscripts--a gripping tale of friendship, betrayal, and redemption with a plot twist I'm sure you'll not see coming. In these troubling times I hope we can assign ourselves to such metaphorical characters and hang in there until the storm is over. Make good choices everyone.  

Watch Repair

I get tired. I sleep on the job. I look around but I do not watch. I love the trees-- how they dwell in their grassy silent chambers. And I hate wandering on the edge of those gardens of knowing the terror is only just ahead-- but not yet. I would feel safer in a... Continue Reading →

How To Be Christina Fishburne On Monday

Find yourself planted for three years in a place people typically stay for only one. Congratulate yourself on all that personal growth you did in Hawaii. Think about all the people you know who might have cancer. Plan a productive day. Damn the constantly dirty floor to Hell. Think about writing. Go to the gym.... Continue Reading →

Perfectly Imperfect

When we first heard that Harper Lee was publishing another novel, my brother and I  immediately started text-exchanging potential titles: To Revive A Mockingbird; Scout's Honor; The Lawyer, The Bitch, and the Chifforobe; Yule Tide: Vengeance Is His... I was so excited. Nothing quite glorified sibling alliance like To Kill A Mockingbird and I was pumped to hear... Continue Reading →

Surf’s Up. Time’s Up.

So I had a dream the other night. I was out in the ocean, catchin’ some waves…on a boogie board. Sam was with me. The waves were really REALLY huge. Like, Hollywood-cataclysmic-natural-disaster-movie huge. Sam was trying to teach me how to “do it right”—where to catch the wave to ride the greatest distance. I wasn’t... Continue Reading →

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