Nonfiction and Poetry
I have ordered yet another tea pot, from For Life. Because most of my life has been built on the things I think I need. In my defense, I’ve wanted this color, style, and stainless steel tea infusing mechanism for quite some time, but still, it was not a need. On my quest to better [...]
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The above title is a quote from Dinty Moore’s Craft book, as said by Charles Lamn and Sir Walter Scott in a contemplative essay by Agnes Repplier. In the middle of acquiring two new Fashion Product description clients—thanks guys, I’m looking forward, I took a moment to breathe, and look at my pretty frikkin pup: [...]
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Honeydew and Orchids He said “I want the opposite of everything with you because you only remember the bad” I gave him a sad face and said if you keep saying things like that I’ll stay sad. So these are your orchids. And then he asks me if I’ve ever seen orchids. Because these orchids, [...]
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I am the woman who would put this on her man’s dash. I am also the woman who will cook him lemon chicken with rosemary in red high heels, and might I add that they may not come off throughout the night, if you know what I mean. But I am also a woman who [...]
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I started writing on this site for a few reasons, but mainly to share. Sharing has a way of coming around full circle—but not always in the way one might expect. This is nonfiction so as a preamble I tell my friends and family that they might all be written about, although I never use [...]
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Silence says so much, sometimes too much. So many times have I walked into places and said hello in my “spunky-chipper-I-just-raged-up-all-my energy-for-this-very-moment—and I’m not sure why they haven’t said a damn thing back to me—voice, and then in return I’ve gotten, silence. At that point I can tell this is gonna be fun. You see, [...]
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Now that the epilogue of my memoir is complete, I’m going to continue the re-re-re-vising process and attempt to pitch to agents. Experience is the most poignant yet clear-cut teacher. I’ve been inspired for a new book… well, I’m keeping notes to form the premise. How’s this? Hahahahahahah! Have a happy Wednesday and thanks for [...]
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People like titles. Names. On resumes. For songs, names of our goldfishies, turtledoves, bunnies, names of our decrepit family members. It always sounds so much better when I speak to my waiter by name, maybe a wink or two. How much more personality did my car have to me when I gave her the name [...]
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So yesterday I said I wasn’t writing about this–today I am. My new job is great, great, great. The people, the experience, the everything. Lunch at the job is great, great too. I’m no big shot by far, but I get to see all of ‘em. I get to succumb to being lost in thoughtlessness, [...]
[Continue reading...]Dreamskating. There’s a moment, in the dark, wanted to talk ‘til I sunk. A sketchwork glow. A patchwork quote. A skeptic overdosing on the tips. Careful, I might fall in love with the shipwreck. I want. I want. I want it at the creases where the please starts leaking spring water. I will start [...]
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