Quiet, pensive, creative brooding drives me to make work.
A Bit of Real Fiction
“Yeah, mom. You have to admit that’s dumb.”
Advent 2018: FINAL
The curse is found far, wide, and deep in the world, in me, in every cell.
Advent 2018: PART IV
I pictured a warm, strong, impenetrable blanket or atmosphere of loving approval all around me.
Advent 2018: PART III
Repentance is a path through dense woods.
Advent 2018: PART II
This truth, that denial has no curative power, was all I needed to trust the wisdom of centuries of believers and observe the season of Advent.
Advent Series 2018: PART I
That was the year I finally admitted that I do not love Christmas time.
Ribbons Tied Tight
I was thrilled (particularly that Rib had approved the expenditure), and then proceeded to feel for the next three hours that I may vomit.
I'm a middle-aged woman with an embarrassment of riches.
Sample Chapter: Dreams
In a way, though, I feel like a real life Clara. I fell in love, braved the obstacles, and enjoyed every fleeting moment of the dream before it evaporated around me.
It’s the safest scary prayer you can pray.
Seventeen
this, as rhymey and juvenile as it may be, happens to encapsulate the core pieces of my learning for the last 17 year