My Life in Scratch Paper

Lately I’ve been writing more lists than usual except the content is greater than the amount of characters used.  In some way I’ve made it possible to acutely detail my necessities at any given moment and for any other given moment all squished on a Post-It.  It’s strange but I’ve revealed more of myself on [...]

Dreams for Dreams

I still have many hours I have to get through before I can rest my head on my own pillow and empty whatever clutter is roaming around up there.  But still I envision it happening in my daydreams.  And still I’m hopeful my daydreams will override reality, if only for a nap’s time.  In this [...]

The Un-Friending Process

When the staleness of a past argument is left in your mouth, nothing tastes right.  Nothing feels right either.  Things you once used to enjoy are laced with a frown, pulling at your smiles.  Words spoken or unspoken keep you from progressing anywhere back to “normal” or forward.  Why can’t a friendship be stronger than [...]

Sitting Pretty in Your Dreams

I’m just going to pretend that what I say next will be perfectly expressed in such a cliche: I love my life.  I’m so thankful for it and I’m honestly stuck in “happy disbelief” at how it all turned around so quickly.  A year ago today I was physically very sick and spiritually challenged.  I [...]

Susie Sells Shells Down By the Seashore. Maybe I’ll buy one of hers…

I feel like my protective shell, the one in which I feel most comfortable, is cracking and soon will shatter.  This would reveal the worst thing an introspective soul could imagine: themselves, wholly and transparently.  Keeping up the front, holding the nightmares at bay and protecting my insides from the outside is the purpose of [...]

I Need A Spot.

I wish I had a spot.  A safe spot that I could claim as my own and shut out the distractions and obligations that could honestly wait. In this place I would have a desk paired with a comfy chair suitable to lengthy writing sessions.  To my right would be my piano with my notebook [...]

Freckled

I have a freckle on the back on my hand.  It’s perfectly centered as if on a grid between my thumb and forefinger.  It’s on my right hand, the one I use to write, point, raise and throw.  This is the freckle that I see everyday, that everyone can see.  I love this freckle because [...]

A Winter’s Wind

Leaves are turning—skipping stones across the pond face down to the earth. A singing robin improvises soul. Tweets from the trees since the first breath after birth. How hollow are the winds that blow those trees? And how high do they rest on top of those trees? Does that bird know the words to it’s [...]