I have this nasty little creature that rides on my shoulder. He’s no taller than a liter of coke, with wicked fangs, orange eyes, and fingers that end in razor sharp talons. Many people have similar beasts …
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Ramming Walls
I am lying in a chair, my feet pointed up toward the sky, my back where my butt should go and my hair hanging wildly over the edge. I have felt backwards most of my life, and …

Ramming Walls
I am lying in a chair, my feet pointed up toward the sky, my back where my butt should go and my hair hanging wildly over the edge. I have felt backwards most of my life, and …
Inappropriate Purchases and Writing Style (part 2)
The Premeditator, The Indecisive Shopper, and The Stingy Shopper. Last week I graced you with my intellectual story about salt and pepper shakers (Remember: Mr. Muscles). This post is part 2 of shopping style and what that …
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Quieting the Voices in my Mind: my quest to get published part 1.
Day one: So this isn’t really day one. Not truly. I have always dreamed of being an author and breathing life into the characters that populate my inner landscape, but I have always been afraid. Up until …
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Late nights with whiskey and The Bell Jar
The next thing I knew, it was 4 a.m., and I was turning the last page of The Bell Jar while sipping my third tumbler of whiskey.
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 …

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 …