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 [...]

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 [...]

in the shadows…

in the shadows…

I've seen you there, lurking in the shadows. You watch, detached yet eternally connected, and I'll be honest- I don't know how I feel about that. I don't recall ever saying that you had to hide, though to be fair, boundaries were crossed and I can see how you might interpret you should. Life is [...]