You Married a Writer.
You married a writer, and I’m I sorry. I crawl inside of myself and spin out a fine web of words that—I think—make you wonder where they were, as I was passionately arguing with you...
You married a writer, and I’m I sorry. I crawl inside of myself and spin out a fine web of words that—I think—make you wonder where they were, as I was passionately arguing with you...
Lately it seems the articles I come across that are “artsy” are just kind of psychotic. There are several sites I find my Facebook friends, for instance, sharing words from that, as a writer,...
I’ve long called my writing genre “stay-at-home yogi.” This isn’t to say that I don’t enjoy sharing random musings, or writing for various media outlets where I find that it’s best to share these...
To be fair, I haven’t exactly had writer’s block. What I have had is a complete lack of concern for my writing. This isn’t to say that I’m not still constantly jotting down ideas at...
I’ve felt a little sorry for myself as a writer lately. I have grand ideas and vision, but I’m, essentially, in full-on mommy-mode; when writing does and should come second. This difficult balancing act...
When I was a new writer, I enjoyed stringing together beautiful words. To this day, I’ll choose a word as much as, if not more, for its sound within the sentence as for its...
Her fragile heart leaked into her muscle fibers. She felt the bones in her jaw store her collected, unsaid words. The raw space in the hollow of her clavicles housed disappointment she didn’t want...
I thought that I knew what soul food was. But then I read Kate Bartolotta’s new book Heart Medicine. This book is pure soul food. “Write your story; Heal your heart.” This subtitle speaks...