Swinging for the Fence
Maybe Coach Watson will stand at third and give me the coveted “hit away” sign. Maybe I’ll connect with my rebel spirit and swing away regardless. I like to break the rules once in a while. And maybe—just like that day in after-school practice—I’ll hit one over the fence.
The beauty of the whole game is in the possibility. That’s why I love playing.
The Scary Query
Like most human beings, we have a great deal going on in our lives right now. Some things I can write about, others not so much. But here’s something: I just returned from a glorious week at the 2014 Heartland Film Festival in Indiana where I always come home inspired and renewed. So inspired, in […]
Giving Thanks
I cannot deny that these past two years have been hard. Soul-crushing, fetal-position hard at times. Let me begin by saying this, by owning this: I know that if I threw my problems into a pile with all the other problems of the world, I’d grab mine back as quickly as I could. I know […]
It Takes a (Kind) Village
As a writer, I face rejection on a daily basis. People love or hate my work — or worse, they’re indifferent to it. Agents say no, publishers say no, magazine editors say no. What that’s done for me is thicken my skin. (Not thicken my rear end, although some would beg to differ.) My point? […]
In the Eye of the Beholder
This is what shameless self-promotion looks like. It’s not pretty. It’s a pony tail and a baseball cap, some leftover mascara, a sunburned nose, a wine-stained sleep shirt (ironically, one from St. V’s NICU reunion), and coffee breath. It feels a bit like whoring, all this plugging for myself. Well, whoring without the sexual gratification […]