I've been listening to 90s alternative rock while I exercise. It blasts me back to when I was young and everything was possible. And I mean everything. Tooling down the halls of my high school, totally oblivious to my surroundings for much of the time-- was I concerned with what I had made on that... Continue Reading →
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 →
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.
We were relatively new to the neighborhood, but several of the little girls were meeting on the porch across the street. Adorable with their ruffly clothes and pony-tailed curls, they brushed their dolls' hair lovingly as they chatted. Bella had just arrived with her puppy backpack. I don't think her own hair had been brushed... Continue Reading →
Spoilers: There is no poetry in breaking one's ass at the bowling alley. And even sadder, this was not even my most epic fail. So, picture it-- the Ft. Leavenworth Strike Zone, moments after leaving a child home with her father, in a fit of rage and tears and possibly blood because the toy she'd... Continue Reading →
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 →
They have to leave us. They try to do it strongly. We have to let them go. We try to do it gracefully. They have to go far away. We have to stay put. But it doesn't always happen fast. Sometimes it drags out over days. Days of waiting to leave. Days of knowing they... Continue Reading →
I need lots of positive reinforcement. Every once in a while I'll google my name to see what comes up, both in images and in links, but always with my maiden name--because without the "Rauh" all I get are the menacing facial expressions of one Laurence Fishburne. A few years ago I bailed on a... Continue Reading →