My best friend died.She wasn’t supposed to.No one should go at 42. At least I got to say goodbye. She was in the hospital,A sallow-skinned satire of herself. Half-vacant eyes looked at me.I admit I was fearful; I didn’t know what IWould see if […]
Trigger warning: suicide You’ve made your way to this blog. Thank you for reading. I want you to know that you’re not alone. I love you, even if I don’t know you yet, and you can talk to me. When Stephen “tWitch” […]
A friend of mine recently introduced me to YeahWrite, a community dedicated to the craft of writing. While exploring their website, I discovered a section called Super Challenge. I was intrigued! Turns out, this group puts on a writing contest every quarter. […]
Inside jokes and memories will constantly pop up, making your heart pull and crack. It will stop at some point, but you’re not there yet.
I won’t leave, if that’s what you were frightened of. I just want to move with you. My back has carried several lifetimes of heartache, but I’d take it off your shoulders first, if I could. I don’t know what it feels […]
In June I led my writing group in a series of writing prompts that brought some thoughtful conversation, moments of bonding, and a ton of laughter. The first week I presented a list of writing prompts to choose from, and by a […]
WE HAVE A NEW PRESIDENT!! And now that that wonderful news is out of the way, I have something else to say. Hello and happy autumn, fellow connections and friends! The last few months have generated some really special highs and several […]
Did you ever play road trip games with your family? Growing up in Ohio—”The Heart of it All,” but the center of hundreds of miles of farmland, small towns, and boring highways—road trips were a rite of passage. My sister, Sarah, and […]
As the gorgeous state of Oregon burns around me, I take this time to meditate on healing. Healing the earth, our hearts, and our world dogma. And, because I promised myself I would, even though I’m feeling on edge and don’t particularly […]
I devour the gift of words; I always have. As early as I can remember, my parents hauled us each week to the John McIntire Library and allowed us to pick out as many books as we could carry—and not one more. […]