The Stream of Consciousness One

This one isn't going to flow very well. Unless you ADORE James Joyce. Then you just might love this one. James Effing Joyce was the bane of my existence in grad school. I was tasked with reading Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man not once, not twice, but THREE times. And each time... Continue Reading →

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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 →

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 →

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