Life Lessons from Cheese and Funny Friends
NOTE: I was struggling to come up with my post for this month, so I asked some friends on FB to give me a first line. The below blog post is the result of two suggestions I received for possible
Fearful and a New Kind of Warrior
A curse of being creative is the ability to imagine the worst. The horror stories you write become actual possibilities, and a simple unanswered call turns into an abduction. I’m very good at this. In my lifetime, I’ve imagined someone’s
Burn the Ships – Let Go of the Bad Stuff and Move On to Freedom
I looked at my options and realized I needed to move on—to let it go. It wasn’t easy. It seems we often hold on thinking if we just give something a little bit longer, it will somehow get better. That’s
Finding Freedom by Not Being Who You Thought You Were
When you discover you’re not the person you thought you were you might get a little down. It’s okay. A bubble that big getting popped can stop a person. But only for a little while. After the shock wears off,
Eavesdropping My Way to the Final Frontier – Stop Dwelling on the Bad Stuff
Eavesdropping for the Stories My eavesdropping landed me in an angry position the other day. And yes, I listen in on conversations. Is it rude? I suppose it could be. The way I see it, though, if you’re in a
The Victim Villa – It’ time to move out
There appears to be a place just south of common sense where victims go to make their permanent residence. It’s a sprawling estate replete with all kinds of rooms where the simple person can share a lament and look
Cutting Down Trees and Weeding out the Bad Stuff
A Mimosa is attacking my screened-in porch. This tree wasn’t there a few years ago. Well, he wasn’t so big, anyway. He’s gone from wee sprout to full-blown tree in a most annoying way. I saw the intruder with
A Book Study Guide Sneak Peak
I’ve been working on the Balustrade book study guide for…well…a very long time now. Not that I’ve been writing and revising all of that time. It just always seems like something else edges it out. I think part of
Bursting Bubbles and Finding Freedom in the Soapy Spray
My bubble got popped today. I like bubbles– those little carefree, floating orbs of magic. They sparkle and shine down upon the world as if they know something we don’t. I think I may have been flying
Slow Mail Tuesday — Dear Pride,
Dear Pride, With all my pity parties and self-degradation, I didn’t really think I knew you, but as it turns out we’re actually pretty close. I had heard that Pride isn’t thinking too much of yourself, but rather thinking of
Check out my short story “The Door” on page 41.
