On Writing

I taught English for many years in what I sometimes refer to as my “old life.” I taught writing to 6th graders who were one-part children and five-parts hormonal whirlwinds. I taught writing to 11th graders who were in a lockdown facility who honestly could not care less about roads…

Peaches & Control

Oh I do believe there is no other more seductive word in the world than “control”. I love to be in control — of myself, the environment, of situations around me.  I need control in order to function. Much of this has to do with my personality.  Much has to…

Five Ways to Bust Your Way Through Writer’s Block

When you know that an unknown audience will potentially read your writing, inspiration can suddenly shut down. I only have about six consistent readers and it can be hard to silence the inner critic that will sometimes take up residence in my crown chakra. Here are five things I’ve learned…

Life, Enough

If my life turned out the way I wanted when I was younger I would have been blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-boobed and pale-skinned like all the other Southern California robots I grew up.  I love my brown hair and eyes, and I love my tan that never goes away.  As a…

The Resurrection of my Mother

We lost my mother suddenly July 19th and I have been in a state of shock since 6 o’clock that morning. Waves of grief have ebbed and flowed over numbness these last few weeks as my father, brother, sister and I have found ourselves in a world so foreign to…

never promised

What good is an epiphany if I don’t act on it in my life? What good is a sudden realization if I don’t absorb it fully?  Why practice self-reflection if I won’t accept what I come to know about myself? Why desire change in my life if I won’t actually…