Literary Scintillations

Prose that shines brightly


The Great Tupperware Purge of 2014


Friends, let me tell you a tale…

You see, back in 2014 there was a pioneer woman by the name of Becky. (We don’t quite know why she was…


Him

His aura, my obscurity


A rapt gaze, in each blink an impassioned surprise

His deep-socketed, drugged eyes


What Never Looks Like

a newbie on my company soccer team


last year sometime

“I will NEVER be able to play this!”

The Helmet


“Three?”

T nods.

“Okay, single in gray, go with orange.”

Thirsty. My back feels strange, empty, without my camel back…


Coffee Seen

“Spun, Helpless”


He’s becoming agitated.

At the coffee shop, with actors, students, dates and kids…the occasional businessman or two, some…


Keystroke vomit & the dreaded second week

#NaNoWriMo, Days 12 through 15


Previous: Gratitude & Good Enough Writing (Day 11)

I have been spending a lot of time lately beating myself up.

Because of that, I’ve been hiding, instead of writing my semi-regular post in the NaNoWriMo 2013 collection.


Morning Pages to the Rescue

NaNoWriMo, Day 2


Previous: Tricking the lunatic in my head by writing in sprints (Day 1)

Mood: discouraged (initially)

Word count: 1693 today + 2505 = 4198

Yesterday I told everyone in my company that I was doing NaNoWriMo. Slightly fewer than 50 people now know I plan to write a novel…


The Post About Love I Never Thought I’d Write


If you had to, how would you define love?

Some say love is grandiose and romantic. Others say it’s adventurous and…


What is a NaNoWriMo, and is it contagious?

NaNoWriMo 2013, T minus 2 days


Previous: Typewriter app ate my first 500 words (T minus 3)

Feeling: curious

Current word count: 1856
(but it would be cheating to count these)

So. I cheated. I woke up early enough today to get my sleepy behind out…


The quest for the best app for my 50K words

Nanowrimo, T minus 4 days


Previous: One ‘Wrimo’s tale toward 50k words (T minus 5 days)

Feeling: irritated, disillusioned, and wondering what the HELL I was thinking to take this on

Current word count: 0

I had aspirations of waking at the dark hour of 5 am to rise…


One ‘Wrimo’s tale toward 50k words

Nanowrimo, T minus 5 days


Feeling: hopeful; excitement tempered by word count

Current word count: 0
(questioning whether bulleted list of ideas counts towards word count, prior to 11/1 … what constitutes “cheating,” exactly?)


The beauty of being human

why we need the world to be imperfect to appreciate ourselves


Imagine for a moment, if you had super powers, an eternal life, and you…


Brick People

How a group of strangers became neighbors and built a better street. 


My first experience with activism involved bricks.

Not throwing them. Saving them.

Sure, rectangles of baked clay do seem to be an odd choice to spark a dormant activist passion. But this was a few years ago, when saving the world (even a…


Why Developing Serious Relationships in Your 20s Matters


Are you in your twenties? Are you an entrepreneur? Have you been told by your friends, your advisors, and your professional…


The Spark


You think you want the spark.

That fire.

So you chase. The hunt. It’s a rush.


Leaving His Body Behind 

Goodbye, Karl Erb


I am carrying a blue yoga block as I board a bus so crowded I have to stand illicitly next to the bus driver.


what i would do with a different today


today, i wish i could do over.

i would start with waking up, where instead of pulling away from snuggling, i would lean in.

i would get up, and not feed the cat or the dog right away, but sit and meditate, breathing luxuriously for five or seven long minutes, as if that was the only thing i had to do.


Letting Go


The tree out front still clings to its dry brittle autumn leaves, although by all calendars the first day of spring was two days ago. “Let go!” I implore it. Last year I pulled its leaves off in an attempt to help it get ready for spring. But it did the same thing this year and I decided to let it be.

It’s a young tree — still held upright by wood poles thicker than…


Hey Girl, Do You Want a Hug?

Touching him was like touching a lion


I wish I could go back and do it differently. I’m not so naive as to think it would have changed…

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