we all agree that individuals with unchecked mental health issues should not have access to high power assault weaponry. we all agree that children and other unarmed innocents should not be gunned down and slaughtered. ever. this is the beginning for crafting 21st century gun regulations. it’s time for the grown ups to talk. not…
surviving guilt 96 hours post CT
in a tub that is 3 parts bubble 1 part water it is hard to find toes to tickle least of all clean he sloshes and splashes creating bubble beards and fists of steel air punches launch at no target in particular a day is recounted there was art and music he still remembers the…
if given the choice between your gun and my child…he wins
to answer yesterday’s horrific tragedy with a quick quip about allowing teachers to carry guns in the classroom is an exercise in magical thinking. you know who else using magical thinking as a viable means to problem solve? children between the ages of 6 and 7 years old. yesterday morning, 20 children between the ages…
sometimes i just have to say…thank you
he props me up giving the illusion that it is alone that i stand pushed forward there is no opportunity to even wave goodbye to the life i wish i had known like a wet winter morning the sun does not dawn yet behind the clouds its warmth is apparent unfrozen animated by the force that…
the collector
having never acquired the knack she was not a letter-goer of things and stored thoughts much like the well traveled woman collected knickknacks memories displayed themselves on disorganized shelves in the crevices of her mind giving her an eccentric air some thought charming her speech jumble she talks of silk dresses and closed fountains as though…
when your ex shows up to thanksgiving dinner…(and other memories)
i remember cherry coke kisses and santa clauses that had no beards i remember standing alone in the dark waiting impatiently for the shoe to drop as cars drove by completely unaware of the madness and chaos that brewed within it was a time when innocence seemed as valuable as it was vulnerable and belief…
three days late…but the half way point i have reached
i have now written 25,573 words in my novel. i think i may know what its about as well. my main character has undergone a name change as well as multiple physical altercations but she is focused on achieving her dreams. i like her. i can’t wait to see what happens next in her life…
it may not be ‘the bluest eye’ but…
so i can pretty much ascertain that this book is about a woman torn between her husband’s ambitions and her own. i have no idea how its going to end. hell, i have no idea what going to happen next. i should really plan something at some point in my life. ANYWAY, here’s today’s exert:…
what’s in a name anyway (when its fiction its all changed to protect the innocent anyway)
so i am now 17,054 words into my national novel writing month challenge. i can honestly say i had no idea i had 17,054 words worth of a story in me. i’m glad that i made the choice to take this challenge, it’s revealed much more about me to me than just words on a…
tonight i made tamale pie (so long a good bye)
the house still smells of cumin i stood at stove and wondered should i add an extra teaspoon tamale pie a favorite from a life time long since gone yesterday, i longed for scents and texture of creamed corn mingling with chunky salsa and a dash of chili powder and found myself wondering if ground chicken would work…
fearfree living 