The straw that broke the camel’s back. I’m not sure where the phrase comes from, or even what it means, but as it rings through my ears, it feels wonderfully appropriate. So I repeat it, loudly at first, then softer and softer until I’m barely whispering into the piercing January wind, “This is the last […]
And now, an excerpt from a famous poem by Charles Bukowski entitled “So You Want To Be A Writer.” don’t be like so many writers, don’t be like so many thousands of people who call themselves writers, don’t be dull and boring and pretentious, don’t be consumed with self- love. the libraries of the world […]
What is fear, besides a word? Born from a sprinkle of doubt, nurtured into something massive, bigger, more important, than it deserves. It is selfish, demanding time, precious, irretrievable moments that belong elsewhere – to love, to people. It finds the richest soil in insecurity, takes root and thrives. The weed’s presence is not welcome, […]
Dictionary.com defines a hobby as “an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation.” Recently, I’ve been strangely obsessed with the concept of a hobby, probably because over the past several years I haven’t really had one. This is embarrassing to admit, as it probably leaves you with an […]
Here’s the deal, folks. Roughly ten months ago I added “mother” to my resume, right next to “wife” and “high school English teacher.” At 9:48 AM on May 1st, I fell in love with a beautiful, ambitious, intelligent little ball of vigor named Savannah Joy. She’s my sunshine, my world, my little pioneer, and I […]