The Weighing Time Again
a short story originally written for the NYC Midnight contest It had happened again. This she was certain of, because she could remember everything and before she hadn’t been able […]
The Bristlecone Incident
a short story originally written for the NYC Midnight contest Absolutely nobody in Bristlecone, Nevada actually believed there was a witch trapped in the ancient tree that had been growing in the […]
Champagne Glass on NYE
A door begging to be knocked A river of warnings A valley of “why not” An un-lock, an old rusty bolt Jim Morrison cooing lullabies And a bad idea separated by A keypad and a glowing screen Hold breath, just a few 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 … Happy New […]
Object
It is a pear Christmas tree ornament. I don’t remember exactly how I got it or why I think it’s connected to my mom. Like she bought it for me? […]
I’m gonna race you back home…
New Walking the Elipses post “I’m gonna race you back home…” how I ran from the bullies but found friendship
Mini-Poirot in the making…
When I came in, dad greeted me from the kitchen and asked how playing at Crystal’s was. He hadn’t asked any questions, and I hadn’t told him where I was going. It drove me nuts when he’d do that. This was a game he played with me. He could nearly always tell me what time I’d gotten home, what I’d done while I was there, how long I’d been there, and where I’d gone if I left. All without asking any questions. When I pressed him about how he did it, halfway convinced he was psychic, he’d just shake his head and say I could do it too, I just needed to pay attention.
Writers klatch…
I’m not really sure what my first experience with writer’s groups was. I remember being at them with my mom – she was a founder or member of several. Sometimes […]
The would-be kidnappings I escaped
REPOST NOTE: All the buzz about the t.v. series In Plain Sight had been confusing me, because I thought it was the same NBC special about Jaycee Dugard’s kidnapping and that was definitely not new. But I felt uneasy every time I saw it mentioned. Anyway, I had recently been […]
Falling off … again… getting up, again
Last year was a bit insane for me. I don’t think I’d ever experienced busy like that. Even for me, a notorious overworking workaholic, it was … intense. Everything stacked up starting in June and suddenly I felt like I was in an avalanche of creative activity that I had […]
Shopkeepers: a young girl’s friends
Shopkeepers. When I was 10, living in the Castro, I didn’t have any friends my own age in the neighborhood. There were other children around, but none of them roamed the neighborhood without their parents and we didn’t have opportunities to meet each other. Not that I had any interest […]
Walking the Ellipsis 