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 →
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 →
All I want for you, is everything. I want you to shed the expectations of everyone who has a role for you, and be who you are. I hope you have a few close friends who can appreciate the beauty of evolution, but if you don't, I hope you are in awe of your own... Continue Reading →
I catch a glimpse of Miles walking towards the car in the rear view mirror and my breath catches. For a moment it had been his dad's image in the mirror. Perhaps it's the way he carries the load of snacks in his arms while holding a bag of beef jerky between his teeth. Or it’s the... Continue Reading →
Click, click, click. I backed up and changed the setting on my camera. I was working on a series of photos called, “Natural Beauty, Man-made Ugly.” I liked to juxtapose hideous with beautiful, such as a great blue heron posed on an oil rig, or a wild flower sprouting from a pile of... Continue Reading →
“Why are you doing that?” He asked. “Doing what?” “Putting those lemons slices in the water.” “It’s for my book club,” she answered. “Why don’t you just leave the lemons on the side? Maybe some people don’t want lemons in their water.” “I just felt like doing it this way. I think it... Continue Reading →
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