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Flash in the Pan – Fork
Slamming her hands against the car’s cracked window, Lisa groaned, praying the key wedged into the sticky lock would magically turn, letting the door gracefully fall open. She despised her 1974 beater....
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And Nothing Was Ever The Same
Last week I had a truly beautiful opportunity to spend a day at a writer’s workshop led by Cheryl Strayed and the great team at The Owl Press in beautiful Sonoma County. To premise. I. LOVE. HER....
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Flash in the Pan – Crystal
Everyone else was cruising up the crystal escalator. The table was surrounded by cocky faces, open laughter and smug stories of interviews, raises and professional prestige. Michael had promoted to...
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The Secret Hiding Place
The middle chicken is turning into me. Kinda. When she gets in trouble, her new response is to run and hide in a dark corner. Partly I think because she is embarrassed. Partly because she is mad....
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HOT FLASH: Wine
I tenderly uncorked a bottle of Rioja. In the dark red intoxicant, I find traces of love, joy, scandal, happiness, friendship, and heartbreak. I savor stories of my twenties and appreciate the bitter...
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Did I Do the Work? Doubtful
Cheryl Strayed (yes, I am totally going there again – please excuse my obsession) once said, “Did you do the work and did you do it like a motherfucker?” and I keep thinking about this. How often have...
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Flash in the Pan: Cantina
Vi hoped nobody noticed her hidden in the shadows of the gritty cantina she had unintentionally taken refuge in. So far, there hadn’t been any problems. Some glares and stares; maybe the locals’...
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Michigan Summer
Growing up, when I think of summer – my mind jumps immediately to the summers we spent in Michigan. I’m not really sure why, since the majority of my summers growing up were in New Mexico and...
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Flash in the Pan: Scurvy
The reflection staring back was empty: dead eyes, greyish-tinged skin and bleeding gums that loosely held her remaining teeth in place. It hurt to walk and it hurt to sit and the gashes and cuts that...
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Flash in the Pan: Tablecloth
The creases are so deep; no iron can train them to lay flat. They are the lifelines and bloodlines that define me. Each tender fold in the antique linen tells a story of family, love, marriage,...
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Flash in the Pan: Waitress
Another nosy, overly helpful, gossipy waitress came over asking “everything OK, honey?” Kara wanted to scream. Of course everything wasn’t OK. If it was, she wouldn’t be sitting alone in a forgotten...
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Hot Flash: Chocolate
An eerie silence took over. The kids were gone and stillness replaced the normal chaos of home. It was just me, Friday night, a bad movie and chocolate. And although I slipped dangerously close to the...
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Hot Flash: Coffee
Birds quietly sleeping. The bright moon proudly shining into my bedroom window. Crisp pre-dawn air and decadent smells of summer. Too early to begin the day. Too late to fall into slumber. Trapped...
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In the Land of Yoga
Somewhere, someone important in the Land of Yoga spoke about “connecting with yourself again,” and “learning to breathe” and “taking a moment out of a stressful life and remembering your soul needs...
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Hot Flash: Reach
I looked over and stared at the perfect face of a sleeping mystery. He was always there with smiles, a story and on a good day perhaps a hug. Yet his eyes betrayed him as they couldn’t hide a...
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Please, feel free to mis-read me…just know you are wrong
I have noticed that the more I write and the more I speak and the more I disclose, the more people feel like they can interpret whatever I say in whatever way they think I meant to say it and that...
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Flash Fiction: Down
From the peak of the mountain, the world stretched out below. The air was so light, she almost felt like one big jump would bring her soaring into the wispy clouds with the proud eagles that circled...
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Following Someone Else’s Footsteps
Joseph Campbell once wrote, “If the path before you is clear, you are probably on someone else’s.” Hard statement to argue with, isn’t it? I mean, we all like to think that we are headed in the right...
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All Mudder-d Up
About a year ago, I wrote about completing this race thing called the Tough Mudder. Last year was an amazing experience. Touch base with the post I linked above. It kinda talks about some of the...
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Flash in the Pan: Come
I stood back from the door. Someone was knocking. Perhaps it was opportunity, or maybe it was the Reaper. Either way, I couldn’t will myself to take the last step. The step that would allow me to wrap...
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