By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
Tag: writing
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...
So, About Last Week…
You may have noticed that last week’s post… didn’t happen.
From Zog, To Blog
Have you ever wondered, about how to blog? My friend, look no further than a writer named Zog!
Facing the Fire
Sometimes, the things that break us can help pull us back together…
The Path
Over the last few months, I've had the privilege of spending time with my son at home. But now my leave is coming to and end, and I am at a crossroads...
The CJBuzz 