on clear beginnings and still mornings and need vs want.
Tag: daily writing
Georgiana
on gigi and time with our dogs.
Han Solo
He was the baby of our family, and he wanted to be seen and heard. One boy vs. three girls. I remember one time in the mudroom of our grandparents’ home, I was sitting on the couch and he was being playful. He had this small white bear dressed as a clown with spotted dots… Continue reading Han Solo
The Watermelon Dome 🎧
The outside smells like when we were talking. Musty grass. Spring giving into summer faster than most regions. The gardenia tree next door releasing its scent. Or maybe it’s the perfume I wore last year around this time. Warm and lingering on my neck, rose and blueberry and magnolia. In the watermelon dome, our skin… Continue reading The Watermelon Dome 🎧
January Song 🎧
It’s a dreary Sunday morning, fog and a white-gray sky making the warm temperature seem contradictory. Thankfully, there’s an intermittent breeze, light and cool enough to be comfortable as Gigi and I head out for our regular walk. Sometimes we go through the apartments across the street from our home. She loves this because there… Continue reading January Song 🎧
Hi Reader
I’ve linked this blog to several social media sites I rarely use (except for messaging), but it still means that if someone who knows me searches for me, they might find it. They might read this. Over a decade ago, I worked a closing shift at Starbucks, surrounded by faces that felt like family. One… Continue reading Hi Reader
Something To Keep
If there’s anything I know for certain about writing, it’s two things. The first thing is tied up in my insecurities. The second thing is this: You can’t force it. Still, here I am, working on my daily writing prompt, intending to press “Publish” at the end. Yesterday I wrote about the reasons we write.… Continue reading Something To Keep
Daily Writing (001)
Do I think I’ll write daily up to a hundred times this year? That would be cool. I’ve thought about journaling more and more recently. I used to do it in my twenties (handwritten and all) without hesitation. The year I was dumped, I filled up an entire velvet-covered book. It’s one of my most… Continue reading Daily Writing (001)