I’ve tried a million times to tell you. The last time you said, “Is there anything else?” I almost let everything tumble out. There’s a deep canyon between us. We could meet each other halfway - to bridge this divide. But until one of us starts the journey, the words I don’t say, outnumber the … Continue reading It’s the Way You Say my Name
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Photo by: Mike Bifulco Birdie The day everything made sense again, the sweat dripped down my shirt, pooling between my breasts and running down my back. I longed for a swift and harsh southern thunderstorm to rip through town, cooling everything in its wake – including me. But I’m not that lucky. Standing in the … Continue reading A Thousand Years
“My love for you is strong Lord it brings me to my knees It was born in the wild” - Ryan Adams It is untamed. Wild and unplanned. I wake deep in thought, recalling the mornings in the Redwoods - the air cold and damp. There was nothing around but the untouched forest. Standing there, … Continue reading Wild Things
Sunday is the ever so weekly reminder that the work week has returned and I'm being drawn away from what I most want to be doing. It's Sunday night again. If you were here, our lazy day of rest would turn into a relaxed evening as we cook together. We would turn on the music … Continue reading Sunday Nights if You Were Here
It is summer. Eastern Carolina is a sight to behold in the summer, even more so on the coast where the air is like a sultry, sexy Flamenco. It just seeps way down deep into your bones. The light in the early evening is like this living thing. It almost breathes. Deep. It wraps me … Continue reading Flash Fiction: The Hard Way
One year ago today, my novel was published. It was a long time coming. I started writing this book so long ago. Like all of us, as we grow and change over the years, it changed too. But it was always about family, adoption, and love. To celebrate the anniversary of finally chasing my dreams … Continue reading Chasing Dreams – Book Anniversary
Where are you, Baby? Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume? There's a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal. There are things I'd like to do with you. I'd like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning. I'd like to argue debate pointless & … Continue reading Things I Would Like To Do . . .
Brushing a girl's hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs. - Atticus I'm writing a love story. I thought I was stuck. Last weekend, I thought I'd never get past this mess of my own heart. The pieces still broken - fearing hope. But the … Continue reading A Love Story in Progress
