The Fear Reaction

I'm beginning to notice that Fear is a common thread in my writing. This isn't because I feel I'm somehow above it… rather, it's because I contend with it everyday. Addressing it directly is how I fight it and reading my own writing has revealed to me just how often Fear and I come to …

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Dear Friend

I originally wrote the letter below for a friend graduating from high school, but after revisiting it several time over the past year, I've begun to wonder if I didn't actually write it to myself. So here it is, after a few minor changes, just for you. Please keep a copy for yourself and revisit …

Subtext

Claire's heels clicked away as her foot tapped to imaginary music – it was how she entertained herself when she was made to wait. The incessant clack of her black heels on the cold marble echoed down a dim hall and toward the sunlight that flooded the far end. The halo made it hard for …

Abused Buckets

My late mother made the greatest cookies. Sugar, peppermint bark, no-bake, chocolate chip–my cousin still claims her copy of that recipe is missing a secret ingredient (I have no idea what she's talking about). My mom's cookies were famous with the family; not just the immediate family, but the whole of our extended family. My …