If I were to say my parent’s stellar success as physicians did not affect me, I’d be lying. No, they didn’t pressure me to have their ambitions. The consistent message was to be the person God created me to be. The problem is, what if … Continue reading Mis~tak~ing
Have you noticed all the artwork symbolizing your tranquility? You are the face of peace in the Buddhist tradition. Mary looks downright sedate amidst the stoic Catholic icons. Who doesn’t love a bearded guy holding an adorable lamb? Seriously. Have you noticed the gardens, water … Continue reading Dear God,
I’ve got nothing to say – nothing to write – dry as a bone these last months – haunted by the voices of mentors past – of the paper thin frailty of old words, old thoughts. They tell me to begin with a scene, add … Continue reading The Circus
I’m not sure if this is a thing yet – people being challenged on social media to share a photo of a sacred place in their home. I am a writer, which means I am either in bed or at my desk when I write. Today, I … Continue reading Domestic Sacred
Dear God, I struggle to write essays. It seems a strand of spider silk is the tether to what I learned in school. My grasp of craft techniques could break without anyone noticing. Meanwhile, a cardinal sings from the bamboo thicket. His song is … Continue reading A Prayer for Weeds
After I graduated with my MFA in August, Dennis and I drove from New Mexico to the Alabama Gulf Coast where we retreated for ten days. We had adventures along the way – Lubbock, Austin, Ocean Springs. I carried a cheerful pride upon earning my … Continue reading A Letter to My Writing Mentors
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