If We Were Speaking…

  I discovered another detail about myself today—another truth I wish weren’t true. Lately I feel like these unwelcome epiphanies sort of line a trophy shelf over my subconscious. I excuse myself from the people, situations or light of day and hide away in a large dark room. Maybe my voice will softly absorb into […]

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Big Machines

Tonight I heard one of the most talented Hollywood screenwriters speak. He was eloquent, relatable and charming. I was constantly engaged by what he had to say, and grateful I had the opportunity to hear it. He spoke about the therapy of writing, the importance of craft and the power of pain. I could see […]

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Dear Hannah…

Dear Hannah… Luci is your age, nearly exactly. Every night I see her lately I see your tiny body next to her. I see you sitting quietly in that big chair in our living room. I wonder why you’re so quiet. I don’t blame you; it’s a scary world full of people who cause pain […]

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Breakfast With Euel

The smell is what I remember most. It was the dulled scent of urine and bleached vomit.  A few forgotten souls gazed helplessly at the ceiling. Others attempted labored, crooked smiles. It was a nursing home where residents sat sloppily in wheelchairs like abandoned marionettes. Even short visits there made me feel I was stumbling […]

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SAFE

I was very close to my grandmother. So close in fact, until I was five I would sleepwalk up a flight of stairs just to fall asleep next to her. She used to snore like a grizzly bear. Next to her is where I needed to be though—It’s where I was safe. When I was […]

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