How to fall in love. Again.

How to fall in love. Again.

He was 21 and I was 22 and he used to come over and stock my fridge. I lived in a part of town that I probably shouldn’t have. The part that meant I usually needed someone to walk me home. He always walked with me. Remembered the umbrella when I forgot. And on...
Five Minute Friday: View

Five Minute Friday: View

#FiveMinuteFriday – Where everybody knows your name –>click to tweet. Where a beautiful crowd spends five minutes all writing on the same topic and then sharing ’em over here. It’s like free writing therapy for the tongue-tied, tired, or...
What women can do

What women can do

I haven’t been in two months. I’ve been hunched over a computer and conferences and deadlines and this carpet I have to vacuum at least twice a day it seems. What with the Cheerios and giving notice on our lease and the people all coming through at all...
When the storms come, keep writing

When the storms come, keep writing

Like you all, I can’t stop thinking about Oklahoma today. You can join some of the prayers being shared from there over here. It made me think about this post I wrote in the dark when Hurricane Sandy headed our way. I’m reading it again today. So I sit in...