Today I Will Cry a Little
I lost myself inside the bad news and succumb to it like a slave to a master, powerless and shackled to my deadlines.
What Is American To Me?
Most of all, America was a dream come true where everything and anything was possible.
A Good Guy With A Gun
I saw a man with a gun once. It was just the other day. He pulled it out of his pocket to show me.
THE NUMBERS (written for Borderline Grill Massacre)
A voice I heard said a number this morning.A tragic laundry list of inevitability,of injured,of dead,of statistical truths.A cup ofblack bitter numbers at my breakfast table. Numbers tell stories.The numbers of lies,of words of hate,of speeches that divide and of weapons that kill. Numbers, like digits on our country’s trembling hands,broken, maimed, shattered hands covered …
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Please Give Us Back Peace
Please Give Us Back Peace Because all I hear is crying, can you hear it too? Emotions are on high alert like the nuclear arsenal that Putin has put at the ready. War is living amongst us like an unwanted visitor. The whole world is tense and living in a state of wide-opened mouthed disbelief that …
How I Got My Butt in Gear When No One was Watching
Finding inspiration during the Olympics by refocusing to do the hard things. The pandemic is over, right? Not quite, but almost. Even if the Delta variant is still playing havoc on our lives, we need to get ready for our so-called reentry. As for me, it’s time to think about how I can lose those …
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Why I Put Down My Newspaper?
The small perfect moments that I witness daily, down here on earth, have a big impact on my well-being, and many of them are free. Do I really have to fly into space when I can see a flower growing through the crack on the concrete sidewalk?
MIND the GAP!
Why writers need to MIND THE GAP and keep writing. I am a writer. I wrote a book. I know I did. I printed it out. My book is sitting on my writing desk next to me. It is big and heavy. It weighs a few pounds. It weighs on me. I carry it with …
Why you have to let go of the “dream” of your book
The dream of the book is always a distortion of what it actually will be and the only way you really know what something will be is by doing it,
Braiding Ribbons
Braiding Ribbons The mother covered the long black braids with a weave of pink and green ribbons. She started with the green ribbon from the point where the braid descends from the girl’s small head all the way to the tiny tips of the ponytail. At the bottom, she tied a tight knot, then started …