In the second installment of the Liebster Award, I now turn to the first three of my nominator’s questions (Read Tom Lucas): 1. If you were a cereal box mascot, which one would you be? For me, milk is a… Read More ›
Stream of Conscious
I’ve Got Nothing
The particulars of my life have completely changed over the course of the last few weeks. I have finally carved out some time to write and I’m shocked, all I really want to say is I’ve got nothing. But how… Read More ›
When the Going Gets Stuff
The movers will arrive in exactly one week. We will cram our stuff into cardboard boxes labeled stuff. We will pack our bags and collapse the bugaboo, and probably attach a few “free” post-it notes to the lamps and fans… Read More ›
Words in Spirals
Today is a good day. My fellow blogger JellyPom included me among her list of blogs for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. First and foremost, thank you (I will pass along the award in another post)! When dudes are jumping out of… Read More ›
Some Like it Hot
I rushed out of the office in the East Bay, changed into jeans in the parking lot between the two open doors to my incredibly hip rental car, and then finally pointed my compass southwest towards SFO. The bags under… Read More ›
Cutta to the Chase
He must of have been a problem solver at his day job. He stood in a coach’s stance, his Prada glasses pinched tight against a red nose pointed up at me. To avoid any doubt, that made him shorter than… 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 ›
Image That?
So I got to thinking: How much would I pay for a hard-drive that contained every single image captured by my own eyes? What would my autobiography, uncensored and limited only by the ability of my photoreceptors to convert light… 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 ›
A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan (A Book Review)
First, a confession. I haven’t been reading lately. Perhaps books and I are in an it’s not me it’s you type of situation. Maybe it’s because my routine has been a solid lack of one. In any case, I thought… Read More ›
