Some days, writing feels like whispering to the walls. The world barely listens. And yet, a sentence winks. A paragraph hums. A thought does a little dance. Those tiny sparks are enough to keep me at it — stubborn, stubborn, and happily so.
Making Room
Tiny shoes, worn blankets, quiet goodbyes.
Shadows of Summer
August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...
The Soft Edge of Day
The day is done. The dishes are undone. And still, the quiet finds me — a child asleep, a dog at my feet, the hum of the fridge. This is the soft edge of day.
What If My Dog Ran My Life?
Work. Walks. Rest. Love. River keeps it simple, and maybe I should too.
How Not to Write a Blog Post (Like This One)
Or: A Step-by-Step Guide to Getting Absolutely Nothing Done
Upon a Smoky Morn
A pall of smoke, like ghosts that softly creep, Hangs heavy 'cross the vale, the hills asleep
Be Brave Enough to Be Bad
Being terrible at something in front of your kid might be the bravest thing you do today.
Writing Like a Parent, Parenting Like a Writer
Writing and parenting have more in common than I ever expected—both messy, uncertain, and full of moments where all you can do is show up and try your best.
What it Takes
Working at an animal shelter means heartbreak and hope in the same breath. It takes everything—and gives back more than you’d expect.
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