Tag Archives: writer
From the Skulls of My Enemies
I have recently taken to the habit of drinking a glass of red wine from a clear glass shaped like a skull. Not everyday, mind you. It started after Halloween. I decided to make a Halloween feast for my family. … Continue reading →
The War of Christmas
It was a typical Monday morning, I got the kids up and ready for school, dropped them off before the bell, and headed off to work. Halloween was still fresh in our minds, the candy piled high on the kitchen … Continue reading →
Endlessly Forever
There are times when silence is necessary. Quiet reflection, stillness, exhalation. I found myself in a state of mind consistent with floating on the stillness of the ocean, buoyed by the salinity, the sun peaking in and out behind the … Continue reading →
Unmade in America
My 10th great grandfather and his family boarded a ship in Mannheim, Germany in 1663 bound for America. They came to Germany by way of Amsterdam and before that France, seeking refuge from religious persecution. Each new home offered only … Continue reading →
For the love of nurses
I passed the boards, in case you were wondering. It’s a relief. I don’t have to think about that again for 10 years. Who knows, by then I may be retired. Or a famous writer. Or still doing the same … Continue reading →
Wrinkles of Time
My favorite childhood book was A Wrinkle in Time. I don’t think it was because the story was anything special, but because my favorite person in the world told me it was her favorite story. She lowered herself to my … Continue reading →
Shamrock Shootout
My daughter is 7. She is in the first grade. It’s a sweet time of life because she still likes me and she still wants to be seen with me. In fact, she requests my presence the mornings that I … Continue reading →
Take Me to Church
Let me tell you why church is hard. Trying to convince me that the Bible isn’t science but it is absolute truth about the beginning of time. Using examples like giraffes and language to explain divine design. Making fun of … Continue reading →
Shit Makes a Garden Grow
I needed to turn off the TV. I had had enough. Enough is enough. I don’t need to subject myself to such vitriol, such hate. No more. I sat and stewed. What was I going to do with the emotions … Continue reading →
The Christmas Crescendo
The crescendo of the day is complete. The joyous ruckus of children whipped into a frenzy over the satisfaction of wholly met desires. It’s what I always wanted!! Thank you!! You’re the best mom, ever! Oh yes. I am. For … Continue reading →