Tag: writing

• Little-Known Facts About Me

  Apr 8

  If you look back long enough, you start to notice the strange little things that were always there. Not the big milestones. Not the obvious moments. The quieter details— the… more ›

• Pieces of Eight

  Apr 5

  Education has been my formal career for the last twenty-seven years—but teaching? That’s something I’ve been doing since.. geez I can’t even remember. Coaching, community art classes, day camps… if… more ›

• Like Buttered Toast With Jelly and Coffee In The Morning 

  Apr 5

  Sometimes, in my early morning musing with my coffee, I get philosophical.  That sometimes makes me want to kick my own ass.  I mean, why am I complicating a beautiful… more ›

• No Schedule, Just Sunlight and Shortcuts to Nowhere

  Apr 4

  I grew up in the 70s and 80s, in a city that felt like it was still learning its own edges. Streets weren’t lined with development yet, and blank spaces—lots… more ›

• Scraped Knees and Torn Jeans

  Apr 3

  There was a time when play was king—not the quiet, sit-down kind, but the loud, dusty, borderline-dangerous kind that required sunscreen you never used and rules you barely followed.  It… more ›

• Stories from the Edges

  Apr 3

  On moments that were never meant to be noticed… but never forgotten. We take photos for a lot of reasons.  To remember. To hold onto something before it slips away.… more ›

• The Making of the Self – Layer by Layer

  Apr 1

  It doesn’t begin with clarity. It begins in fragments.A shadow here.A rough line there.An outline that almost feels like you—but not quite. You step back.Tilt your head.Erase a little.Darken something… more ›

• Throwing Words Into the Wind

  Apr 1

  Let me tell you a story…something I learned about myself, and only fully recently acknowledged. This won’t be a confession of weakness, nor a tale of courage or inner strength.… more ›

• Beer Sunset…

  Mar 31

  The kind where the day exhales slowly, where the bottle sweats in your hand like it’s been working just as hard as you have, and the sky turns that dusty… more ›

• The Longest Day – Sanitized, Signed In, and Socially Distanced

  Mar 25

  I’ve had long days before. I mean, who hasn’t. Everyone has a horror story or two about work, some more drink worthy than others. A friend and I were recently… more ›

• Out of the Dark to Find Me Again

  Mar 24

  So last night, I had a realization. Not one of those cinematic, lightning-strikes-the-soul kind of realizations. No dramatic music, no sudden gasp into the void. More like… sitting there, minding… more ›

• A Little Bit of Us in Everything

  Mar 23

  I saw this quote today, and it resonated with me deeply:“We are writers, my love. We don’t cry. We bleed on paper.”I have no idea who wrote it, but it… more ›

• Kinder Chronicles, Room 3, 1974

  Mar 23

  Teacher’s log, Kinder Day 31 I used to think I was in charge. That illusion lasted exactly four minutes on the first day of school—right up until Little Tommy licked… more ›

• Meandering Toward Sense

  Mar 23

  I got distracted and lost my chain of thought. Which is fitting. I was thinking about paradoxes… and somehow got derailed by one. I was about to create a list… more ›

• Between Me and Myself

  Mar 22

  Sometimes the quietest conversations are the ones we have with ourselves.They come in fragments—moments of memory, glimpses of people we’ve loved, the echo of a voice we thought we’d lost.… more ›