We all have fears. They eat away at us, a little bit at a time. I decided to share my writing journal today, the spiral notebook one, the one I never share with anybody. Ever. I’m sharing …
Defiant Hope
In Roseburg, grass grows up wildly, twisting and tangling until it catches you at the ankles. Grabbing desperately, it holds you tightly, trying to keep you grounded. If you aren’t careful you will stumble as you make …
Let’s Just Shoot the SOB
My father was an excellent cop. He had a gentleness and grace that lent itself well to law enforcement. I know those are not typical descriptions of a cop and certainly not traits you will find in …
The Rebellion
The desk sat prominently in the stark room, the thick maple polished dark, drawing the eye instantly to it. The modern lines and light colors of the rest of the room contrasted jarringly with the antique. Bare …
A Simple Promise
I went out amidst the pines today. Their towering columns brought you to mind. The sun danced, and the wind whispered, and I was lost among those old friends. It was there that I remembered my promise …
The Sublime
There is beauty in terror. Sometimes it is ripe with an intensity that can’t help but capture our hearts. The old oak that twists and points its gnarled fingers toward the sky is a reminder, perhaps, of …
The Tibetan Book List
What happens when two book nerds with random minds and eclectic tastes get together to create their challenge list? Looks like it’s time for a visit to http://www.openbookbend.com/ ❏ 6 months 3 days by Charlie Jane Anders …
The Dragon Stones (excerpt)
She stood, frozen, terror gripping her so deeply she had no hope of escaping. Crimson scales burst across the prominent bone structure, tapering to a stop just before reaching the soft black tissue of lips that gaped …
Broken Promises
In this photo you are radiant. Sun and warm sand prickles under our knees, tickle-burning as you chase me. The tip of my tongue is pinched between pearly teeth, pink and pert, the intensity of my focus. …
Tibetan Lemonade 