Years ago, I wrote a story about a man jogging. I saw him the other day, jogging down my same street, and I wondered about his story, both the real version and the one I invented. Has it changed over … Continue reading
Welcome to my little writing home, Scott Cyre! I hope you’ll enjoy this insightful guest post from my talented friend. Scott and I go way back… to 2014 when we met in a small creative writing class that felt like a boot … Continue reading
I grew up as a competitive cheerleader. (I know what you’re thinking. Do they even know how to write? Fight the stereotype and stick with me.) For almost 15 years, I traveled around the country to compete in large arenas in front … Continue reading
If you must know, I am studying the 1965 issue of Good Housekeeping for a self-inflicted research project. Today, I read the make-up tutorials section on page 113 of this magazine that must weigh the same as my friend’s newborn baby. How … Continue reading
I don’t like building. I learned this lesson when I helped build a new bathroom in my house. And by “helped” I mean I passed a few tools to my best friend’s dad who will one day reveal his hidden … Continue reading
I met an old man in the bookstore the other day. (I use the word “met” very loosely.) When I looked up from my laptop on the table at the cafe, giving my reading eyes a break to glaze over the … Continue reading
The floor of my shower felt cold when I first sat down, until the warm water and my warm body made it tolerable. Over these last couple years, I’ve learned how to take hot and long showers. Nothing about it is … Continue reading
I am currently waiting on answers to approximately 18 prayers. I’ve been in these monumental moments of transition before, but this one just feels a lot like a root-canal election season when, for better or for worse, we know that eventually it must … Continue reading
This is a story about getting locked out. Now, that makes this sound like someone else did this locking out to me. We might learn that’s far from the truth by the end of this story. Or we might learn … Continue reading
Dear Leaving, I don’t want you to go. When I wake up, you’ll be gone. I’ll cry over the pot of coffee because you won’t be here to drink a cup of dark roast. I’ll miss you. I love you. … Continue reading
