Get A Way…

When I travel, it is with a certain preconception in tow. Call me naïve, even foolish, but I do not pack up a bunch of “what ifs”. Business types would say of me that I am averse to considering a critical risk management strategy which, while I can see why they’d think that, is not …

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Her

If I could write a story, one crafted so finely that it would reach into each heart, what one word would stand out within the text? "Her". Through her comes life. In her blood flows the memory of our beginning. In her bones our pain, our joys, and every sorrow fossilize. Her breast brings food …

Your Opinion…

So then. I’m close to finishing up a pretty good blog when I sidestep onto Facebook. “Just for a second”, I tell myself. Nasty habit. Of course, you’d never do that because you’re perfect. Me? Not so much. Whatever, I see the achy-breaky posts from friends, real and virtual, who have been in the throes …

Favoured

I kept looking back at him. Clearly, I couldn’t leave him so turned around. At first, I bent over a bit, looking down and speaking in a half-whisper. That didn’t work. I squatted, then knelt. The pavement felt like ice. Was he breathing? I couldn’t tell. Tears pushed through. I continued speaking softly. “Can you …

Through the Drips…

Had another blog nicely prepared. Was all puffed up about it, too. Felt like I might be on a roll and it felt good. Seconds before I click PUBLISH, however, doubt hits. It’s not that great, really, I tell myself. Too heavy. Too normal. It’s all been said before. I close the computer. Dejected, frustration …

A curse by any other name…

My last blog post was incomplete. Some of them are. It's not intentional. I mean, it’s like this. I get excited about a random idea that seems pretty simple. I start writing, then, boom! Ideas and words and thoughts and more words and more ideas explode onto the page. Before you know it, I’m in …

Mirror, Mirror…

Her jaw moved fast. Up and down and up and down. Different than when you’re cold and your teeth chatter, hers clicked like a typewriter, only softer. The clacking stopped when she spoke, then started again as soon as she stopped. I assumed the movement was involuntary. Dishevelled, she wore layers of clothing, each as …

Gonna Shine… Time for More Change

Today, I’m multi-tasking. My focus usually stays solely on the writing at hand but currently I find myself typing while simultaneously sending out a request for assistance into the blogosphere and each fibre of my being. I trust the answer, advice, and support needed is on its way because they always are. I’m just not …

It’s All in the Nose…

It is January 1, 2019 and my nose is bleeding. It tends to happen when the weather turns. Something to do with dry heat inside and frigid temps outside, I think. I can’t be sure since I’ve not had anyone with a pedigree examine me. No matter. My epistaxis hasn’t ever disrupted much or ruined …

On this New Year’s Eve…

2018 is fading fast. 2019 waits patiently for that ball to drop so it can enter. I’m hunched over my computer, feverishly sketching an outline to a story. It’s an arduous process. Gradually, though, the screen fills with words. They are at once familiar and brand new, pulled from memories of my yesterdays and dreams …