My first full short story. She’s my baby and I love her but more and better yet to come.
He’s sitting up a few rows from me, facing the opposite direction, so I can only see him at an angle, over his left shoulder. He’s wearing a flat brimmed, brand-name baseball cap, turned slightly to one side. The panels, crown, and bowl of the cap are molded to his head shape, and worn from […]
I have found little distinction between better writing and more honest writing.
I guess we regret so we can learn.
Social convention isn’t worth the effort if it robs you of meaning.
The best time to read is night, the best time to write is morning, and the best way to focus is quiet.
Wow, that all sounds very dramatic, doesn’t it? It’s not like that, really–I’ve been in relationships. I’ve been head-over-heels crazy for girls before. But I think of the kind of love I want to feel with someone, the kind that gets you home at night and up in the morning, the kind that wants to […]
A mother, of three at least. I only see the three. All boys, they run around the small area between seats and all talk at once. Their love and respect for her is as clear as their propensity to not listen well, both shown in their attention given to her just as they disregard her […]
Dangerous, using the same word to describe lasting fulfillment as with someone who happens to be smiling.
Trying to always be happy is the most futile effort–an impossibility with the promise that you will ever again think only one kind of thought.