Nuanced is the new clear
Our tree is just about finished.
Week 177 Eve was being watched and she knew it, so she stopped in the middle of the street to give them a better look. She was tired of running. It was time to face the bastards head on.
This post contains affiliate links. Friday again. It wasn’t such a bad week. Fall is here, the leaves are turning, and I get to wear sweaters. I have this huge collection of sweaters because I can’t resist buying them during off-season clearance sales. Instead of sitting in the café and writing, I get my coffee […]
I was writing a novel twenty-something years ago. I gave it up because it was too autobiographical, too much of me feeling sorry for myself. I’ve decided to share random parts of it and use Grammarly to find out just how bad, or good my writing was back then. By the way, I’m now a […]
Denial in 77 words I’m a week late with this one, but here it is anyway. If you tell me that denial is a river in Egypt, I’ll laugh and walk away. I understand your desire to make this kind of joke. You’re a fan of the classic radio shows. You loved it when the […]
We are often afraid and always anxious. We think we are vulnerable. We are not. We are eternal. That’s my belief.
Week 169 I was afraid to go home. It feels safer to keep driving. I drive to embrace the night.
Butterflies waft past the poet’s ear They whisper rhymes in rhythm She holds their ageless wisdom Then breathes to life a song
From this page. My time machine is broken. It allows me to remember my failures. It won’t let me move on.