Was it someone’s nickname? A wish? A warning? A confession?
Writing had become my way of telling myself my own stories, looking for clues in all the tangled events…
To find a kind of shared passion with a group of fellow travelers… now that is something truly amazing for me to experience.
While I was there Jon sat me down for a photoshoot. It was a beautiful day, and though I don’t really enjoy having my picture taken, I knew better than to argue…
There are still a few months before the Open House, which I think will be plenty of time to put a finished book together…
I’m traveling this week with my boyfriend to Pennsylvania, staying in the house where he grew up while his parents are away in Colorado. They had a beautiful sunroom added on to their house several years ago, where his mom’s plants bathe happily under big, bright windows. It’s a lovely […]
My whole life, writing has kept me alive. Whether it was keeping a private journal, composing poems in notebooks I quickly stashed away, or writing stories as an English major my first time through college and then on my own afterward, it has always been a cherished, unequaled outlet for my […]
Despite their fragile state, every winter I’ve continued to wear a pair of my dad’s old, rough woolen mittens. Parts of them have been literally hanging on by a thread, brown suede-covered palms and tattered Thinsulate lining in danger of coming loose and falling away entirely. I have grown careful with them over the years, saving them […]
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do, with your one wild and precious life?” – Mary Oliver With the arrival of another new year, this quote from one of my favorite poets has been on my mind a lot. I’m not one for big celebrations, making resolutions, breaking them […]
Most people I know say they hate to work. I get it, I have felt the same way when I had a job I didn’t like, a job I dreaded going to for eight hours, five days a week. Sometimes on weekends, too. A lot of artists and writers especially […]