Prose that shines brightly
From “Sister I’m a Poet” by Morrissey
His aura, my obscurity
a newbie on my company soccer team
a social experiment in fiction
“Okay, single in gray, go with orange.”
After #NaNoWriMo; Dec 8
#NaNoWriMo, Days 12 through 15
NaNoWriMo, Day 2
If you had to, how would you define love?
Some say love is grandiose and romantic.
Nanowrimo, T minus 2 days
Nanowrimo, T minus 3 days
Nanowrimo, T minus 4 days
Nanowrimo, T minus 5 days
why we need the world to be imperfect to appreciate ourselves
How a group of strangers became neighbors and built a better street.
Are you in your twenties? Are you an entrepreneur?
You think you want the spark.
So you chase.
Goodbye, Karl Erb
today, i wish i could do over.
i would start with waking up, where instead of pulling away from snuggling, i would lean in.
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.
Teaching my 9yo not to complain about food made for her
Touching him was like touching a lion
Can you read your way out of a creative lull?
When 46K people read my post on Medium
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