Everything is intricate. Even on the surface, nothing is simple. I feel this complexity is inherent in everything; more and more I will search out what makes up a life, how a character came to make a choice that on the surface appears natural. When someone tells a joke after a long set-up, I marvel…
Zippy and Kipling are buddies now, and Zippy protects her from too aggressive dogs at the dog park, makes sure others don’t step over his imaginary line. Dancing With Kali is a work in progress, and not fully formed yet. I like the idea of a kid who wants to run away but for different…
Primadonna girl, yeah All I ever wanted was the world I can’t help that I need it all The primadonna life, the rise and fall You say that I’m kinda difficult But it’s always someone else’s fault Got you wrapped around my finger, babe You can count on me to misbehave — from Primadonna…
What I was in this beginning, now feels like my end. Evolution. Pollution. Bittering my flesh. Is letting go just forgiveness? I hope so. Because in this circling fire of start to finish, my eyes are red rimmed and my timing is flawed — from the poem Your Page & Mine Open to…
Not too long ago, I wrote a guest post for Rachel Thompson, a fellow author, as part of her ongoing series about raw and honest moments in life — where Rachel collects what sometimes are the darkest of memories, and how each person, each writer of life, survived and thrived. What I find most amazing…
Happy birthday, Stuliana. Love and tail wags from Kipling and Zippy One person, a beautiful, laughing most of the time, carefree kid who lives with her family in Cyprus, a child of Greek gods for sure, has shared her puppy with me all this time. Yes, the secret is out: I am not the true…
I love sharing the Kipling puppy love as much as possible, and it has been quite a long time since her growing cuteness has graced A Writer’s Life Blog. Hopefully these photos will make up for any lost cheer. Eartha Kitt’n was getting over an eye infection and loved to rest on a guest bed.…
Kylie Minogue hit the airwaves in the late 80s with the throwaway pop ditty, I Should Be So Lucky. It is a happy pop song that I remember because I couldn’t get away from it that year, and it stayed in my head. There was an earnestness in the delivery that grated. I was, and…
The writing life is a long and winding road, for most, and I include myself in this curvy path. The voices of my fictional characters reverberate in my head, what they want to show me, where they want to take me, and I try to listen. Even doing mundane chores, I can’t shut off thoughts…
In the title story of my first book, Sandcastle and Other Stories, one lone gull in search of food becomes distracted by a popsicle stick . . . begins to search for iconic imagery . . . is there a god sand fleas worship? Not too far from this beach, it’s the middle of Spring,…