For anyone who’s ever tried to relax and accidentally started a home project instead.
Tag: writing
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 Last Walk
In memory of our sweet Lila.
Through the Doubt
Some days I feel like I am an imposter...
We Never Really Grow Up (We Just Learn to Sit Still at Funerals)
They say we grow up. That at some point, somewhere between learning how to fold a fitted sheet and choosing salad over fries, we become adults. I’d like to state, for the record, that this is nonsense...
Why I Hit Delete: Discovering My Writing Voice
I wrote three whole articles this week. Not drafts — actual finished pieces. And then — delete.
Of Our Own Making
If you must tell them my story, then you must also tell them yours...
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