manic car rides…

manic car rides…

George Strait twangs on the radio, my mom beaming as she sings along. I dance in my seat only because, though I'd rather be listening to Michael Jackson or Madonna, the truth is that these types of nights are always my favorite. Her window is cracked open an inch or two, though she flicks her [...]

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 [...]