You walked by me one day a couple of years ago, totally unaware I existed. I sat up and took notice. I thought maybe you were the most handsome man I'd ever laid eyes on. I know now that actually is the case. You feign calm indifference. But I see through you. Your gentleness and … Continue reading If a writer falls for you . . .
Love
Sunday Nights if You Were Here
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
Sifting Through the Rubble
One day I woke up and knew I loved him. It was a shock. And yet, not. We are nothing alike. And yet he was home. We are nothing alike – and yet, somehow still, so very similar. One August day, sitting next to him, as he handed me something to clean off my sunglasses, … Continue reading Sifting Through the Rubble
Flash Fiction: The Hard Way
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
Chasing Dreams – Book Anniversary
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
Waves
There are some days and nights when I'm not sure if I'll ever get over you. This seems a little dramatic, no? You can't make this $%^&, up, right? The months that have passed leave me with more questions than answers and resolutions. This can't be the end. If it is, this is the biggest … Continue reading Waves
I Miss You
All In
For the longest time, I tried to make excuses. I figured that there had to be more. Why? Because nothing made sense. I lived everyday with this confusion hanging over my head and the belief that somehow, somewhere this would all make sense. But I'm tired of making excuses and I'm tired of trying to … Continue reading All In
Things I Would Like To Do . . .
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 . . .
Babies & White Picket Fences
One day you wake up and you're no longer young. I mean young, young. As a woman, you near a certain point where you begin to be more and more certain that you will not give birth to a child. Some women go through adulthood with that desire a distant thought or a "Eh. I … Continue reading Babies & White Picket Fences
