Sitting on the back porch, trying to catch a breather from the piles of work I have to complete, the impending deadlines screaming as loud as the high-pitched voices of my two children. My daughter rides down the street adjacent to our backyard, mumbling a story to herself, so enwrapped in her pretend characters that … Continue reading My Someday
"In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.” - Fake Buddha I've been giving this some extensive thought lately. Not so much the first part of the quote, but the last part. I grew up with … Continue reading Maybe Music Isn’t Meant for Me
I wrap my arms around my bag and laugh to myself. The smelly man beside me combined with the elevated noise of the crowd brings back memories. Truly, a place like this shouldn’t make me anxious; it should feel like home. But I suppose it’s to be expected - even the place I call … Continue reading A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 28
I like engaging in the magic of stories. It helps me remember the magic in my own life that is so easily taken for granted.
I don't ever write stories about my life as it is right now. Because my life right now is reality; and the reality is always better than the story.
Start with Chapter 1 He was gone. God damnit. When did he leave? Did he even see my titillating exhibition? Oh my God, what if I looked like a total idiot up there, dancing my brains out for some guy who wasn't even watching? No, I knew I didn't look stupid - the applause still … Continue reading Stripped: Chapter 3c
Start over with Part I here Aria stood still. She didn't dare move. The rough edges of the frayed rope were digging into her wrists adding unnecessary injury to insult. The wooden skid lopped side to side, threatening to throw her overboard should she compromise her meticulous balance for even a fraction of a moment. … Continue reading The Second Layer: Part III