It’s raining. My shoes can’t find traction in the wet earth. They’re dress shoes, you see, the fancy kinds with zero tread because they’re only mean to be worn on perfectly manicured floors. Wedding shoes. I’d gotten married to my… Continue reading
I set ambitious writing-related goals for April, and I’ve already failed one. Any guesses which? Trick question. I failed two. If you look at the date of this post, and then check my last post, you’ll see I missed a… Continue reading
Mom was a “diet coke mom” growing up. We didn’t really keep soda in the house, save for diet coke. And sometimes Fresca. To this day diet coke is the only soda I’ll drink—except, if you put a splash of… Continue reading
Picture this: it’s January, the sun set at 2pm, and everything but the hollies in your yard is dead. Your brother, a farmer and landscaper, comes over for dinner. Somewhere in your conversation he mentions tulips. Next thing you know,… Continue reading
I know, I know. It’s June 21st. I never claimed to be a good at this. May went by in a blur. June is, blessedly, going slower. If you read my last post (Writing THE EVERWINTER KING.) you’ll know I started… Continue reading
Surprising no one, I’m not great at sticking to weekly blog posts. I can’t even remember to do the post-month wrap-up. I’ll get there. I’m working on it. I have a calendar reminder now. This post will mostly be images… Continue reading

It’s raining. My shoes can’t find traction in the wet earth. They’re dress shoes, you see, the fancy kinds with zero tread because they’re only mean to be worn on…

I set ambitious writing-related goals for April, and I’ve already failed one. Any guesses which? Trick question. I failed two. If you look at the date of this post, and…

Mom was a “diet coke mom” growing up. We didn’t really keep soda in the house, save for diet coke. And sometimes Fresca. To this day diet coke is the…

Picture this: it’s January, the sun set at 2pm, and everything but the hollies in your yard is dead. Your brother, a farmer and landscaper, comes over for dinner. Somewhere…

I know, I know. It’s June 21st. I never claimed to be a good at this. May went by in a blur. June is, blessedly, going slower. If you read…

Surprising no one, I’m not great at sticking to weekly blog posts. I can’t even remember to do the post-month wrap-up. I’ll get there. I’m working on it. I have…