In The Lingering of November

Almost December, I wonder what it will bring with it, however much I try not to. I think about the things we think we always wanted, the ones we got, and the ones that got away, in the middle of the day, in the glaring light of dawn, in the […]

Quotes from Joan Didion.

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live. To see enough and write it down, I tell myself, and then some day when I am only going through the motions and doing what I am supposed to do which is write, on that bankrupt morning I will simply open my […]

Finding My Niche in the Beautiful World.

  A question of direction. Lately I’ve realized that the last few years the main focus of my writing has been something of an untoward wrestling match trying to come to some kind of terms with it. There have many discussions about “voice.” I’ve bristled at the idea of being […]

Psalm of The Beautiful Dream.

I am being quiet because there is a voice that I need to hear, it is my own. I am choosing simplicity because I can. I remind myself to claim each day with intention. I am choosing calm over chaos. I am believing for restoration. Knowing and having felt a […]

Longing For Autumn.

Longing for Autumn Summer has arrived and I am longing for the Autumn season. Each day grows longer in its’ strange, lazy heat, making me wistful. Thinking of cooler evenings, of colors faded from the over exposure of prolonged direct light. I miss the cool shadows, the early drawing of […]


Unlimited You know what a woman wants? A badass son of a bitch who can make the trip and still treat her like the most precious being on the planet. A man who’s really a gentleman, even if sometimes she doesn’t act like much of a lady. She wants a […]

Teller of Stories

Β  Β  Β  Β  They want the words. You want the words. I stay up all night, many nights, and don’t much care, who knows it. Chasing things down, drinking tea, looking for songs to put me into some kind of state of mind, the soundtrack for the life in […]