Category Archive: skills

Classic investigation

I’ve been dabbling in the classics lately… Dabbling, when I imagine what that word would look like as a sketch, is a lot like toes in a koi pond. Don’t you think? How… Continue reading

Dancing with chaos: An Ode to Mom

There is always things to discuss when it’s Mother’s Day. Moms, obviously. Things that kids do that stress Moms out like a mother-fucker. Cursing. Stress. Wine (because let’s be realistic). It’s quite like… Continue reading

April reads

It’s a new week and there are a ton of things to read out there. Let’s get started with what’s on my list for the next 7 days… 1) Jojo Moyes “Me before… Continue reading

Ghost baby: or how I am not the Boss

I slowly and extremely carefully walked upstairs, hesitating on the landing before the last few steps. I shuddered at the thought of what I’d see there. I knew it was there. I could… Continue reading

Hump Day

It’s another Wednesday in Florida… Which is pretty much just a regular Wednesday, just with extra sun and humidity. And I confess, I only got through this day with two simple things egging… Continue reading

Where I discuss books. As per usual…

Winter in Florida is like no other. Mainly because to everyone else in the world, it is not. It’s like an endless Spring. The breeze is balmy, the skies are glorious and the… Continue reading

Dreaming

With increasing frequency, I have been dreaming of books. And I am blaming it all on Laura Ingalls Wilder. She celebrated a birthday last week and since then I haven’t been able to… Continue reading

Tyger

Tiger tiger, burning bright In my closet while I write. Will I share you with the world Or keep you hidden from its might? In closets deep and skies so fair I catch… Continue reading

Starlight

Dusky love, skies. Dusty love, bound pages. Love. Filmy evening skies make it hard for me to read by starlight. But still I try. My eyes sting and burn. I strain. I need… Continue reading

Aratus

“Mother. Seriously. Why. WHY.” I muttered under my breath as I stepped over the tree-root cracked pavement It was a whole morning ritual for me. If the blame was deflected, it made it… Continue reading

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