Big Hips. Open Eyes.

I’m alone downstairs in the quiet relative darkness of our home, thinking about May 27, 2016. Today. Versus May 27, 2009, the day I was tol...

I'm feeling needy today. Maybe it's because of the back-to-school crud I caught from the kids. I get down any time I spend too muc...

The Richmond Trader Joe’s sits approximately 1.7 miles from my suburban, manicured neighborhood. The thousand or so brick-front houses that...

A silly little ditty from an in-class writing prompt (5 minutes of writing): "Write about an ordinary place in your life (your home, a ...

I am beyond blessed to be attending University of Iowa's Summer Writing Festival. For my weekend class, which involved writing about fam...

Comings and goings. Invoking memories, or nothingness.  Passive: One’s comings and goings. Go to work. Come home. Go run an errand. Come...

1. I'm back. Really 2. I refuse to abandon Project 360. I dig it. I'm going to catch up, dammit. 3. Below is a piece of writing I ...