Prose Poetry/Flash Fiction: Small Grief

I try to make my grief small, so no one else knows it’s there. I smile and I breathe deeply when I feel my eyes water, and even though my heart is palpitating, I make sure you understand that my grief is my own, and no one else can have it. You made your grief … Continue reading

Sweet, Sweet September Respite

I am going on VACATION in September. Now, I’m a grown lady, to be sure. But I have never been on vacation without my family. Oh, I’ve spent weekends in the mountains with friends and I’ve gone on short trips to California for conferences and the like, but never a week long thing without the … Continue reading

July is One Mean Mother

July is punching me in the face. I have one of these months every year, where everything just piles on, one thing right after another. It makes me feel like lying on the couch in my underwear drinking whiskey with the blinds drawn. First the house hunting is going nowhere. The girl whose house I’m … Continue reading

In Which Life Gets Crazy and Creativity Gets a Break

Once again my life has taken a turn for the dramatic. I tend to do this – make decisions that I believe will be positive, and then things get out of control. I’m not going to go into it but I will say I am preoccupied. I’m finding that, instead of hiding in my writing … Continue reading

In Which I Tell You How Writing Saved My Life

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. What began as ten page picture books I’d create on printer paper and staple together soon became an obsession. By the time I was in fifth grade, I was writing twenty page short stories that made my teacher wonder if I even had a … Continue reading

Open Love Letter on Valentine’s Day

Hello you. I just wanted to say how beautiful I think you are. What a wonderful person, what a fantastic human being you are.  It’s about time you realized, about time you were told. You are special. I’ve come up with a list of all the reasons you’re amazing: 1. You are inspiring. You want … Continue reading

Coming to Terms With Mortality

My grandfather died last Thursday. I have not talked about it, especially not here – I have continued to plug away at my novel, continued to hang out with friends, continued to complain about the unfinished house with no bathroom that I am currently living in. It has seemed like, maybe by not talking about … Continue reading

Love, or Hallmark Said So

This post has nothing to do with writing. I’m just putting it out there. I love Valentine’s Day. I have always loved Valentine’s Day. But! I can’t really stand spending it with my boyfriend. Expectations get shot through, bubbles get busted, and you end up with a lot of painted ceramic and a lot of … Continue reading

In Which There is Christmas

Christmas is a time of giving, a time of family, and a time to celebrate those things you are thankful for in your life. Or at least, that’s what it’s supposed to be – whether you call it Christmas, or Yule, or you celebrate a different holiday all together, one thing remains constant in all … Continue reading

Where the Wild Things Are, or, the Truth About Family

As I’m sure you know, this post is mostly about the film Where the Wild Things Are, directed by Spike Jonze and only recently in theaters. But this post is also about the realities of family from a child’s point of view, and how this comes through in Where the Wild Things Are. First things … Continue reading