Sixth-graders come in two camps: those that giggle with uncontrollable joy when presented with a dead frog and an X-Acto knife, and those that shake their heads in protest, cry, vomit, or somehow manage to skip class on dissection day…. Read More ›
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Writing About Disjoint
You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot – it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive. –Maya… Read More ›
A Letter In Trees
After a five minute hike through fairly dense woods in Santa Barbara, I found a climbable rock and pulled myself up to its flattest surface. I shielded the sun that poked through the meadow’s canopy and settled onto the cool, biased, granite…. Read More ›
The Sound of Our Souls
How often are our footsteps the only thing we hear? I’d venture to say it’s a rarity, living and working in the city, which is such a shame as the world beneath us is so large yet we seldom pay… Read More ›
Weekly Writing Challenge: Threes – A Tribute to Mom
In this week’s writing challenge, we are to write a post using three photographs for inspiration. As I scrolled through the photographs, it was very easy for me to choose A Tribute to Mom by Cardinal Guzman, three beautiful images that… Read More ›
Knock on Love
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 ›
What’s Important to Me?
With long lines at the gym and salad bars, I can’t help but think January has to mean something more to me. It’s not just a new calendar year, it’s a new beginning: a time, no doubt, to set goals… Read More ›
The Writing Path to 2014
Bender pondered the wine in his hand. “A writer needs four things to achieve greatness, Pasquale: desire, disappointment, and the sea.” “That’s only three.” Alvis finished his wine. “You have to do disappointment twice.” I share this passage from… Read More ›
Beautiful Ruined
It’s happened before. Arrogance and fear combined to make humble pie. So I shouldn’t have been surprised when I locked my eyes on the first page of a book and immediately criticized and picked apart the author’s work. I chuckled… Read More ›
Get to The Point
To say the hand-cranked mechanical pencil sharpener was the Cadillac of pencil sharpeners would be a huge understatement. During my school days, the painted metal sharpener was ever present, usually bolted into a long counter in the classroom, always with… Read More ›
eternal Domnation 