I’m working at my former high school for four months. I’m teaching all of these humans in the same desks I once sat in, fifteen years earlier. Doing so ruffles up bits of memory not visited in years. Walking those halls in a different role conjures up endless thought. First, a list. Things I did […]
This is the last post on this blog. If you’ve been reading, thank you. I’m going to focus on a few new writing ventures and getting my novel (the one I had to put aside for a year after my writing course due to writing course trauma) finished and published.
Farewell, the presumably same 100 readers who’ve been consistent since the beginning.
Dear 31, Your predecessor haunted me. It followed me for months: 3-0 three oh 30 thirty. It screamed at me from writing homework – reflections and recollections and every single unanswered everything in my real life or fake life or would-be life or could-be life or should-be life or might-be life; it deafened me to […]
Scotland, 2013: I rarely walked down Balcarres Street in the daylight. The number 23 bus took me directly to my Edinburgh flat. The night buses dropped me off on Morningside Road, a main thoroughfare, though still shuttered and empty after nightfall (save a few pubs). The 10 minute walk from Morningside Road was dark and […]
How much can a person change in a year?
Some love is measured in years, some love is measured through dedication to paperwork.
‘We Can Do Hard Things.’ This saying is popping up everywhere lately. I even purchased a wooden plaque with the saying from a thrift store the other day. I put it up on my husband’s bed stand, and looking at it makes me giggle just a little bit. Double entendre aside, I like the sentiment. I […]