I don’t remember much about my grandma, but I do remember that when I’d cry, she’d run off to kitchen and get a shot glass to collect my tears. It was a tiny glass and I never saw her use it for anything else, but she’d place it on my cheek, determined to see if... Continue Reading →
“When I was a little girl, I was flipping through the television and discovered that old show ‘I Dream of Jeanie’. Have you seen it?” “Yeah, sure. Hot blonde in the genie costume.” “Of course. A hot blonde dressed like a belly dancer, very risqué for the era,” she laughed. “She would nod her head... Continue Reading →
Penny lay stretched out on her belly on my bed, propped up on her elbows with her feet crossed at the ankle. Her feet swayed back and forth as she perused my father’s CD collection for the hundredth time. She studied the inserts that came with the CD's while I studied her instead of... Continue Reading →
Alone. Occasionally, unexpectedly, he arrives at a place where he experiences utter joy in his own company. The feeling is both nostalgic and heartwarming. Here, he loses the clatter of noise that fetters him daily. Here he remembers himself, the self that only he truly knows. If he tries to put the feeling into words,... Continue Reading →
I’m no stranger to live music. I went to weekly gigs all through the eighties, almost without concern for who was playing. Sure I had favorites, but it was more concerned about being out and partying with my friends. As I matured, so did my music taste. I became choosy about what I listen to,... Continue Reading →
I'm about 80% through my first draft and giving it a big push before I start a new job. "And then I kissed Penny James like it was the most natural thing in the world, and not like I'd rehearsed it in my mind for months or years."
I enjoy reading about the writing process in an effort to improve, but ultimately, what works for me, works for me. I worry about become too conscious of writing, something I think should be natural. Most of the tips I hear seem like common sense, so I hesitate to share my own practices.... Continue Reading →
Felina's thoughts were interrupted by a splash of water on her foot. "I have been trying to catch your attention," the fish said. "I have been shouting your name and finally had to splash you to get you to notice me." "Oh, I'm sorry," Felina answered, removing the buds from her ears. "I couldn't... Continue Reading →
Enough, I say Please go away I love you so But what a price I pay I can not endure another word give me the sound Of a chirping bird Or the wind in the trees the waters that flow The sound of a bee humming so low I can not hear Through all... Continue Reading →
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