Somehow I managed to weasel myself into this invitational summer writing institute. I’m in no way, form, or fashion of the intellectual capacity to be a member of this elite group, but I’m BSing with the best of ’em. My momma would be so proud. Still, the institute has embedded within my day a time […]
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institute sounds more like a place for crazies
June 6, 2010
learning to live it
June 3, 2009
I think I must be the most knowledgeable person in the world for all the things I’ve learned in this life of mine. I’ve learned that chocolate milk chases nightmares away and that time doesn’t heal all hurts it just dulls them some. I’ve learned that things never happen like you plan them, but the […]
a forever sort of promise
March 4, 2009
The valley is bathed in yellow morning light. Snowy peaks shimmer like Africa’s rarest gems. A coffee scented breeze plays in my tangled hair. And in the distance there is a picture of a dream.
writing from worms
February 24, 2009
Sometimes it’s hard for me to get started writing. My brain goes all fuzzy and fills up with nonsense and, for the life of me, I can’t get anything logical down on paper. I could stress out, I guess, or have an emotional breakdown, but I’ve already had one of those today and two squalling fits […]
ella’s story
December 11, 2008
There is a little girl who lives among the hills. She runs and plays beneath the sun and in the poppy fields. Her feet are bare and brown. Her hair is the finest gold. She talks to the sky and laughs at the rain and looks for hands to hold. She dances with […]
for baby drew
November 11, 2008
A castle stood among the rocks where waves came crashing round and on her walls sat knights with swords and at her gates were guards. I stood a bit beneath the sun and watched their chainmail shine then carefully approached the bridge and asked to go inside. The guard bowed low and winked at me then […]
a fictional story
October 26, 2008
Once upon a time long, long ago and far, far away there was a little log cabin on a street in a small, small town. And inside the cabin was a girl whose heart beat heavily within her. It beat for peoples unknown and places unseen and stories untold and the sound of the beating […]
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