I was determined to write something – anything – today. It didn’t matter if it was a strong piece, or if it was a short story, poem, or even a knock-knock joke without a punch line. I was going to… Read More ›
Love
It Goes With Saying
Why do we say “needless to say,” only to follow with the unneeded? [eD note: this is, perhaps, not the most judicious edit of “needless to say,”] I need to say, as of late, I’m exhausted. This might be the… Read More ›
Meaning to Write
I’ve just become a better writer. I didn’t attend a writing conference, finish a book of prompts, or get a piece published. In fact, strictly speaking, I didn’t do anything. Life happened. As a result of this particular occasion, words,… Read More ›
Filthy Guilt
At times, I write out of guilt. That has to be a bad thing, right? It’s a wasted emotion, an attachment to judgment, something endured by lapsed Catholics. Guilt is nothing but a filthy animal. Truth is, I don’t really… Read More ›
The Switches
She giggled under the weight of the comforter. It was a nice reminder that we’d be okay. We’d learn to accept the changes we couldn’t control, cope with the losses our family endured, and celebrate the gains that would make us… Read More ›
Life is a Holiday
Vacation. What does it mean to you? If you break it down, and no this is not a snooty Latin exercise (which we all know would be ‘acation-vay’), you have ‘vacate’ and ‘tion.’ Maybe ‘tion’ is pronounced ‘shun.’ Vacate and… Read More ›
Muddy the Waters
I’m afraid that, more often than not, there is simply no answer to the questions that break curiosity and surface in my conscious mind. This is particulary true when life throws one of its curve balls: so damn perdictable, so… Read More ›
What is Love?
We know what it is, though we may not know exactly where it starts and where, if at all, it ends. There have been countless books, movies with Matthew McConaughey, poems, and Hallmark cards that try to elicit the feeling or tell… Read More ›
