Relationships grow, crumble, fade, part, and regenerate. It’s when they’re quiet that you know you’ve done something right. It’s the kind of quiet where neither one of you needs to talk. You don’t need to ogle each other like teenagers or stare lovingly into each other’s eyes like you desperately can’t live without the otherContinue reading Sometimes, we just don’t need to talk.
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
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
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
You are all crazy-wonderful artists, but you know this already. Because I teach fulltime and I’m obviously a mom, I’ve tried to reply to every comment, but it takes time. I’ve also tried to explore your blogs and follow some of them. But, that also takes time just like writing, at least for me. ForContinue reading To all the writers, artists, and colorful characters:
Back to school bullies conjure up all sorts of images. I still remember my first beating, girl-style. I still cringe when near a school cafeteria–that loud clatter of trays, sharp voices stinging my ears, and the mean girls. The Art of Punching with Words You remember don’t you? She walks up to you in theContinue reading Back to School, Back to Bullies