Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category

I know it’s time to write when I hear the narration in my head.  You know, the one that never stops, a steady stream of words and ideas like you are in a black-and-white movie and there’s a smoky, dreamy voice-over that tells the viewer all your innermost thoughts? The ones you usually file away […]

Shawna with the long braids and rainbow beads stares at me.  She chews with her mouth open, bits of soggy bread and turkey rolling between her teeth.  “So, get lost?” Her eyes narrow, sharp slits of brown locked on my face. I stab at my turkey, slip powdered mash potatoes around in a circle.  I […]

My father is fond of saying that there is the business of life and the passion life: not everyone is good at both of them.  Lately, I have been trying to market my memoir.  I’ve been scouring through essays and blogs that offer advice and tips and tricks for interesting agents.  No matter how much […]

I’m standing on a soapbox because I’m angry. I’ve seen it over and over: a mother trying to get help for her mental health issues while family members punish her like she’s less-than, selfish, or unfit. Instead of working with them, they take away their kids, which only make matters worse. Being fit means getting […]

The truth is, when I started this blog I had no idea what I was doing.  I was trying to build an online presence, whatever that was.  At first, I trolled other blogs to see what they were doing.  I tried following people to get more followers. But the more people I followed, the less […]

The screaming jolts Bryan out of his coma.  “What the fuck is going on?” He screams. “Please. Please. Let me out,” I beg, but Mr. Trucker rolls his eyes. I hear the twisted metal sound again and the sharp squeal of brakes trying to stop tons of steel.  I fly forward in the seat and […]

He turns his head to give me a toothless grin and nods. “Yeah,” he says, “just like that.” I don’t like the way he’s eyeing me up and down.  I nervously ask, “What’s it like to be on the road so much? I mean, it might get kinda lonesome.” “Yup, that’s why I let pretty […]