I’m sick of my stories. I’m a storyteller. I love telling stories. I’m stuck. Yet I’m not stuck. Because I’m at a place where I often think before I speak. What story do I want to tell? What’s my aim? Who do I want to be? I want to be positive, full of light while […]
Category: Writing
Light Is A Wave That I Ride
I bring you the sound of the waves underneath my board. I bring you my solitude — hard won, necessary. I bring you the sun, the wind, my inability to know its direction. The wind was moving; its direction didn’t matter. I kept moving & not moving. I was still & not still & the […]
Making Slides With No Film
Summer lives without a schedule. This summer, I have a new schedule, a place to work that is not home. I’m not here to say life is hard. More that I’m here because I miss the blog. To tell you that we really needed two light bulbs for our bathroom. It’s been getting dim in […]
The Pause
The tress across the street grows at a slant. I love the view outside my window: the tall cypress tree the pink roses 4 Subaru’s black bees with a touch of yellow hummingbirds, crows, bright flowers. The coffee pot hisses. This Sunday prayer of mine; I praise my view, lukewarm coffee, a dog curled into […]
Growth
It’s strange to be in my office working. Strange to look at my bulletin boards: quotes and drawings and pictures of my family. There’s a painting by Chris that sits at my eye-level. It’s a woman looking down, intent on her work. I am intent about my work. I carefully place these quotes and drawings […]
Red
The days grow brighter. Some mornings I believe all will be well (if I only glance sideways at the news). If I rest my gaze on my girls who grow solid in their centers. They show me themselves. They rest in knowing I like them. If I only glance here, I think hooray—we are doing […]
Author
I’m one of those humans who doesn’t give myself enough credit. I like to mention my mentors, the people who make me feel like my work is worthy. The people who’ve helped me become a better writer or who helped me believe more in my writing skills. I don’t think of myself as a mentor, […]
Writer’s Block
I have blog writer’s block today. I think it comes from standing between two places. I mean, we are always standing between the past and the present. But I feel that space in a deeper way as I listen to the washing machine dry our clothes. As the sunlight pours in my office window. For […]
Want + Need
I want to be a collage artist. I want to be in two places at once. I want to be a poetry professor and the woman who sits in the school while her daughter attends 6 tutoring sessions a week. I want to go backwards and nab an MFA at age 26. Or forward and […]
My Life
I’m falling into feature research at work. Which makes me remember why I love my job. The task of learning fast: I adore it. I talk to people and bathe in their thoughts, their expertise, their ideas, their beliefs. I spin in data. I dive as deep as possible with the time allotted. I rearrange […]