Teaching a child confidence.
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Eight Hundred
It’s IndieInk Writing Challenge day once more. It dawned bright this morning, and I suddenly remembered the challenge Michael at Innocents and Accidents, Hints and Allegations issued to me this week. It was, simply, “Eight hundred.” I pick up my glass. Again. For the eight hundredth time. I finish it quickly and re-fill. The…Continue Reading
Wyoming. Heartbreak. Part Two.
Part One is Here. We made arrangements. Big Jerk would fly to San Diego and meet me at my parent’s home. Meanwhile, his mom and aunt and grandma (oh my!) would drive from Los Angeles to reunite with the Jerk for a day before he left the state again. And BOY, did they show…Continue Reading
Wyoming. A Heartbreak Story.
That’s my dad on the right. NOT the Big Jerk. This picture was taken about four years after the Big Jerk incident. There is no reason this photo is here. Other than the Big Jerk does not deserve to be pictorally represented. In the sultry late summer of 1993, I packed up my…Continue Reading
The Walking Dead
It’s IndieInk Writing Challenge day! This one comes from Miss Ash, who prompted a quote from the book Little Bee: “I could not stop talking because now I had started my story, it wanted to be finished. We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.” And so…Continue Reading
PROMPTuesday #144: Return to the Classics
Boy. First of all, I’m LATE. I know. It’s Wednesday. Secondly, I haven’t updated much lately. I’ve been other places, but still. I miss my space here. Thirdly, I am once again re-running a “Greatest Hits” prompt. This one originally came from May, 2009. But I love it, I really do, and I plan to…Continue Reading
Quick Like a Bunny
Today I have two things (posts? pieces? essays?) up (down? written? published?) at two of my favorite places on the Internet. The first is a searing (I’m just trying to sound important) look at free-floating anxiety (MINE, despite its title “Not Me”) (also there’s a wolf) (and I don’t use parentheses) at IndieInk, an inspiring…Continue Reading
Hair Today, Goon Tomorrow
I first met Mia, my most high esteemed hair stylist, when I was three months pregnant with Toots. My hair — normally a nest for rats on even the best days — was a ball of frizz and tangles. My face looked like zit pizza, and my stomach wanted to throw up all the time.…Continue Reading
Null and Void
It’s IndieInk Writing Challenge time again. This one comes from Zoey Jane, who issued a doozy of a prompt, which was: You know that an asteroid – The asteroid – is coming for Earth. It’s been verified by all of the scientists and reported, first on Twitter, and then on reputable news networks (none of…Continue Reading
First Time A Blessing, Second Time A Miracle
The below is born from an IndieInk Writing Challenge issued to me by my challenger, Becky. Every week, as part of IndieInk’s “game,” participants will be randomly challenged by their peers with a writing prompt. Becky’s prompt for me this week was: “They say there’s a first time for everything. Write about something that offers…Continue Reading
How To Write. Again.
{{Last re-repost. My brain will be back from the mountains tomorrow. And I think about the below all the time.}} How to write. I ask myself this question almost every day. Because I overthink, and because I second guess, and because I doubt, and because I can be better, but I don’t know how.…Continue Reading
The Five Stages of Blogging, Three Years Later
{{Yes. Another re-post. My brain is glued shut from too many biscuits and gravy. I originally wrote the below more than three years ago. And it’s still true. God help us all.}} Please note that the below represents my perspective and is not reflective of any well-adjusted, unmedicated bloggers out there. I…Continue Reading
