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.
Tag: writing
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
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.
Dear Me (but shorter, younger, with more scabs, and a love of cheese)
A letter to the kid I used to be—and still carry with me.
The Art of Doing Nothing (Badly)
For anyone who’s ever tried to relax and accidentally started a home project instead.
The Last Good Hill
Something is coming—something no roar can stop.
I Speak Best in Ink
I’m not easy to know. But if you’re still reading, that’s a start.
While You Dream
Your toes peek from the blanket, still and small. I sit quietly, tea forgotten, watching you travel someplace I can never go...
Per My Last Sip
By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
The CJBuzz 