Poet friend, Beth Myhr, named the experience perfectly by writing that the pandemic has taken away our ability to look forward – “…moving from one room to the next in a house with no door.” Yes, that’s it, exactly. And I remember the longevity advice … Continue reading Somewhere, Over the Pandemic
I am weary of my worn out sentences that begin with “I” – those crutches I lean on while the voice of an old writing instructor lets slip from the corner of her mouth, a grimace – her clear indication of disappointment, and perhaps this … Continue reading Rock-Making
I prayed my way to a confluence of PRIDE and Confederate flags. Harleys and art galleries. Two kinds of vulture and all you can eat catfish. I found my way to a crochet festival, alien conference, and a Jesus parade featuring not one but three … Continue reading Here We Are Together
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
Art House America gave a home to my essay about tanning hides and divorce.
Trust your creative impulses. Accept your curiosity’s invitation with the reply, Okay, I’ll try this. Hold wonder at your core, not at arm’s length. Trust that being your self looks like a patchwork quilt. Some patches are praised by many, some are known only to … Continue reading Intentional Life 101