trusting the journey…

trusting the journey…

I sit here typing these words at forty-five years old. Forty-five... How did that happen? I still feel seventeen inside, barely treading in too-deep-water and wondering when I'll be able to stop pretending like I've got this whole thing under control. I also, admittedly, feel about ninety-two, or at least how I imagine ninety-two to [...]

the chicken or the egg…

the chicken or the egg…

I was part of a writer's workshop over the weekend which centralized around the philosophies of Virginia Woolf. One of the chosen exercises encouraged us to take a favorite short tale and retell it with more flowery, poetic, and meandering writing. A later exercise asked us to remember a time when we fell in love [...]