Love

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 ›

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 ›