10 Minutes

“I’ll do 10 minutes of writing every day,” I promised. Except I haven’t. And I know why. My ghosts wait for me in my notebook. My writing revisits the past. Takes it apart, re-assembles. Tilts it–left, right, up, down–to reveal previously ignored angles. It digs in the scraps of my psyche for new lessons from … [Read more…]

Skinny Bits: Oopsie

Scene: 6:50 A.M. On my way to work, I walk to my car and am confused when my key doesn’t immediately work. I jiggle the handle, the door opens, and I get in; figuring the frigid temperatures have somehow manipulated the lock. But my car smells like Black & Mild cigars. Why does my car … [Read more…]