Five Minute Friday: Worship

Five Minute Friday: Worship

Sometimes I think we over glamorize writing. We make it something that must reek of Hemingway, Lewis, or Lamott before we’re brave enough to share it. Why? Who says? You see I think the quiet secret is that you can be a writer and no one needs to recognize your name...
For my boys as they go back to school

For my boys as they go back to school

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. – Mark Twain There...
A birthday gift for you

A birthday gift for you

I was born 39 years ago today under an African sky in the middle of nowhere Zululand. This will be my twenty first birthday without the woman who gave me her name, her story, and her crooked smile. I have grown up and into her skin. Children in two different countries...
Five Minute Friday: Last

Five Minute Friday: Last

Writing is like a mirror, we see ourselves best in what we’ve written. ~{click to tweet} Every Friday for nearly three years writers have gathered here for a kind of free write flash mob. We all spend five minutes writing on the same topic for just five minutes....
A promise for my daughter

A promise for my daughter

I’m tired and she’s tired. And she’s been weeping with frustration, her face a smudge of red cheeks and snotty trails. I go down on my knees beside her little, chubby legs. They’re curving over the edge of her green froggy potty stool and she is glaring...