A Story About My Brother

Six years ago, my brother Isaac was an alcoholic just starting to get sober. He had almost died, almost let the drink do the job of killing him. He’d almost given up on his life. Today is his birthday and I am miles away in LA. When I called him on FaceTime this morning, he […]

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Post-its to Somewhere

My house is covered in post-its. Not because I’m mapping out a new story or making notes on a revision, not for the purpose of tracking plot lines or marking pages in a well-worn manual. In less than thirty-days, I am moving. Those post-its, colored pink and green and orange are a map to the belongings […]

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Change is not a Four Letter Word

Change is not a Four Letter Word, though sometimes it is used like one. It is a black widow spider armed with venom and a stinger to deaden those limbs that need to be severed. Those habits that need to be abandoned. Change can come as a shock, like a blow to the stomach or […]

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A Broken Bone Does Heal

Two weeks ago, I broke my left kneecap. Right after it happened, I refused to acknowledge the pain, the promise of a longer recovery than an afternoon propped up in bed reading, because how could I be confined so completely, restricted so unkindly? I had life to live and plans that week and everyday my […]

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Book Activism: January/February

Though these be reviews in nature, I prefer to think of them as raising awareness. Book activism, if you will. There will be links to further check out these titles should my enjoyment make you curious. The Hating Game by Sally Thorne If you follow me on any social media platforms, you will have already seen me gush over […]

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Hashtag 2017

The woods outside my house is shrouded in fog. It’s New Year’s Day and I feel just as foggy as the woods. Not because I stayed up into the wee hours, partying, clinking glasses, making promises to myself for the next year. I didn’t. I went to bed before midnight after tucking my son in […]

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The Christmas Spirit

This year I didn’t want to Christmas. I didn’t want stockings and trees hung with tinsel, twinkle lights, fragile glass ornaments. I didn’t want to pull out the dusty boxes from the shed, look for spiders and sneeze. I didn’t want to feel jolly, merry or bright. I didn’t want to be distracted by the […]

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