I’ve been divorced for eleven years, and save a “thing” here and there - one or two more meaningful than others, I’ve been happily single all the while. Over the years, particularly due to my high aerobic job, my days outside of work have found me as an introverted extrovert - blithely composing a dossier … Continue reading A Cat, a Kate, a Cooper
I've always heard that writing- or any form of creativity, is a gift, something that we are bestowed with, and ought to be grateful for. This gift is to be honed, lest we break some biblical code, and our use of it is to fulfill some obscure prophecy. I can't personally agree to that, though, … Continue reading A Non-Story
It happens every time. As sure as the hairy spider hunkering down in the dark corner of my front porch ensnares the diseased, disgusting fly, it happens. Every. Damn. Time. Although not always on my front porch. My brain is like an overstuffed file cabinet, filled with remnants of old paperwork of days gone- paperwork … Continue reading Force Fed Creativity
