Imaginary Aspirations
When I was nine or thereabouts, my friend Reese and I would spend hours drawing faces on paper plates. We were convinced we were going...
Sing It, Sister
As you may or may not know, I’m working on a memoir project. This particular blog post was originally a passage that I ultimately cut...
Creative Collaboration
As a writer, I’m used to being an island. And, by that, I don’t mean some tropical destination surrounded by water on all sides that sexy...
Mindful Eating
I try not to focus on food. I don’t like discussing it. I certainly don’t write about it. Why would I? My palate is about as advanced as...
Re-entry into Acting
It’s official. I’m acting again. Ever since I was five-years-old, I’ve been in love with the stage. All through elementary, middle and...
More About Memoir
I never expected to make the transition to writing memoir. As a long-time novelist, I was used to fabricating stories – as opposed to...
The Fiction Within the Facts
As much as I love writing fiction, I haven’t been wanting to write it lately. The idea of making things up doesn’t appeal to me as much...
Drama
I have a confession. I love drama. Love it, love it, love it, love it. Crying, screaming, and laughing are among my favorite things to...
Sudden Sadness
Today has been one of those days. I woke up plagued by low-level discontent, wanting to cry, feeling lonely, and immediately thought, I...
Chasing Amy
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m directionally challenged. I get lost while going not only to new places, but to places I’ve been...
