My Brother Is Missing

I called the police this morning to report my brother missing. I have been freaked out, in a terrible panic, since Friday morning. I cannot sleep, I'm having trouble functioning on all cylinders, and I'm concerned because it's clear that no one gives a fuck but me. Apparently to the cops, my reporting him missing … Continue reading My Brother Is Missing

Memories

There are so many things in life that can be chalked up into two different categories: Good memories and bad memories. There are also "middle of the road" memories, but I'll leave that for another day. I woke up way too early this morning. It was still dark outside. I couldn't quite put my finger … Continue reading Memories

Is Time Really The Great Healer?

Each year on her birthday and the anniversary of her death, I try to memorialize my mother  in some way. Writing is the best way I know how, outside of talking about her with those that loved her. One day my children will be able to look back on what is written about their Grandmother, they … Continue reading Is Time Really The Great Healer?

Writer Struggles: Part One

One of the things I struggle with as a writer is friends and family reading my work. If it’s fiction, they really don’t spend a lot of time reading personal things into it, but when it’s on a platform like this? UGH! I cannot tell you how many times I have received e-mails, text messages, … Continue reading Writer Struggles: Part One

My Writing Roots

My Writing Roots We all start somewhere, especially in terms of writing. My roots are steeped in tradition in the sense that I come from a family well versed with the written and spoken word. I, myself, have a way with words. There’s not a lot I won’t say. I’m direct, I have no time … Continue reading My Writing Roots