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 →

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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.  

Dorian’s Palette

Made of failure, constructed of disappointment, she is set down before Beautiful with her empty bowl and her crushed being. Twisted and untruthful, plank-eyed and a great arm for stone throwing, she is brought to Beautiful and placed on her mat, given her bowl. Her portrait is a glossy masterpiece in Vermillion in Prussian Blue.... Continue Reading →

Sword

From under the stones- in a flurry of sticks- the weapon bursts outward. The weapon is singing a song. The mission has a soundtrack. Lists, signposts, a return address: they mark the map I follow. I want to hold the weapon-- for protection for promise for prosperity. It seems to have new batteries though. The... 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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