Chaser, Run Faster

“Chaser, run faster,” my coach had always said with his whistle ready to blow it whenever he pleased. I was running fast, just not fast enough, at least that’s what Coach thought. I could never please him and I hated him for that. I also hated him because my last name was Chesser, which IContinue reading "Chaser, Run Faster"

Chapters in a blog: InSethspiration

That writer I wrote about, Nayia Moysidis, sent me inspiration through her heroism and unencumbered writing. She also sent me in other directions, one of them being Seth Godin's blog. Many of you may know him already. After all, he is a creative writer, blogger, entrepreneur, and internet marketing master. Once I'd read one thenContinue reading "Chapters in a blog: InSethspiration"

Daily Prompt: Through the Window

A peach-colored cat prowled the outskirts of her venue. This woman picked garbage from the ground with a stick then dropped it into her rolling container. Quietly they moved among the dewy trees, the tent, the benches.... The children's playground reminded them that noise would follow their morning ritual. The woman then moved on, continuingContinue reading "Daily Prompt: Through the Window"

Desire Meets Talent

They broke into my sea of problems rushing through my brain as I cleaned the house. There was a slow pounding to them as if sorrow was leaving the body and finding it’s own center. I hadn’t heard any music, at least not from the piano for two months. A half-smile split my thoughts apart.Continue reading "Desire Meets Talent"

Heroes vs. Guns vs. Monsters

Over every meal, during car conversations, or over coffee breaks, guns appear. No one seems able to turn away from them. Guns are everywhere. They killed the King of Civil Rights. They killed Hope over and over again. They killed children, parents, and teachers. But, we still love them—these guns we’re so proud of. AContinue reading "Heroes vs. Guns vs. Monsters"

A Killer Stops the Heart of a Nation Bleeding Inside Itself

Walk in someone else’s shoes and you might see things very differently. We play a lot. We play with thoughts, ideas, ideals. Do we really think? Or, is thinking the problem? The last time I really thought about something, it felt like my mind was running ahead of my body. I had to stop it.Continue reading "A Killer Stops the Heart of a Nation Bleeding Inside Itself"

Wild Women and Mad Men: Bite the Change

Since Saturday, I’ve been upset and I didn’t want to write about it because I knew it would’ve been unfocused. I also don’t want this to be a place for readers to have to endure endless rants. So, I’ve been reading fellow writers’ posts while attempting to sedate the anger I still feel. But, asContinue reading "Wild Women and Mad Men: Bite the Change"

Obama and the Mole

An obsession always begins with something small. His was very small and he was really, or at least it seemed so at the time, the only one who noticed it. “There, right there, don’t you see it?” he would point and yell whenever he saw the man whom I revered. I would look at it,Continue reading "Obama and the Mole"

Getting Real

A fellow blogger nominated me for the Beautiful Blogger award recently, but I don't feel beautiful at all. I did realize that there was another nomination I needed to accept before this one:  the Reality Blog award. I've been searching for the all-elusive time to do this. However, blogging here has been relegated to the bottomContinue reading "Getting Real"