I forget how hard I’ve worked to make it to “okay.” My life has a steady rhythm–a job I enjoy, paid bills with a little leftover to have some fun, time and energy for my creative pursuits. I’m addicted to the stillness; to the freedom found in routine. The proverbial mountaintop teases me via my … [Read more…]
It’s the time of year that makes you reach for someone. When you wrap yourself in stories of lovers past to keep warm at night. Scents left behind on your sheets. Gangly frames that clutched your body for dear life. Tentative invitations to “come here” to their side of the bed. Hands on your lower … [Read more…]
Tomorrow kicks off National Blog Posting Month (as organized by the good folks at BlogHer) and guess who's participating?
This title made you think I was about to get all instructional blogger on you guys, didn’t it? Oops. It’s been a week since I released Songs About Boys. So far, it’s fulfilled its purpose: giving fans of the blog a collection of my old material. People are enjoying it. (Thankfully no cretin has emerged from … [Read more…]
It is 6:33 A.M. on my 33rd birthday. I’ve been awake for an hour, reading Shonda Rhimes’ The Year of Yes. (I apologize in advance if my voice gets Shonda-y here. I absorb writing voices that way sometimes.) Anyway, it is my birthday and I am reading The Year of Yes and thinking about the … [Read more…]