Let me start by saying this is a personal chronicle of a slow realization, one that has been held in… Read more Hopes and FOMO, may you rest in peace.
Category: Reflections, maybe even poetry
Why I Write On the Darker Side
After reading drafts of my novels, several people who know me well have told me, “It’s not what I would’ve… Read more Why I Write On the Darker Side
Can I please/has/do a remix?
So. I’m sure you already guessed this is about my 54k self-published Coldness of Marek. When I pushed it into… Read more Can I please/has/do a remix?
This Eve
This is going to be one of those posts that just rambles and rambles, so brace yourselves… It’s hard to… Read more This Eve
Finally turning warm and fuzzy?
I’ve been a closet writer for nearly ten years now. I thought this was typical behavior for any writer. I… Read more Finally turning warm and fuzzy?
It’s a miracle!
Stop and smell the roses. — Old Proverb It’s easy to think our lives are so drab and hard and boring and… Read more It’s a miracle!
Have you lost your memory?
This is by Marla Cilley (author of Sink Reflections). My mom emailed this to me and I am posting it… Read more Have you lost your memory?
Urban Prejudice of Mine
I’m often quick to form an opinion and way too slow to take it back. By the time I realize… Read more Urban Prejudice of Mine
Slow down, you move too fast…
Everything in America is so fast… I never understood the desire for such a hectic life. — an Italian woman in… Read more Slow down, you move too fast…
Dream
God doesn’t instill in us a desire for something good just to tease us. All too often we let go… Read more Dream
Love! You didn’t do right by me.
Love! You didn’t do right by me. To send me a Joe who had winter and snow in his heart… Read more Love! You didn’t do right by me.
These Recurring Chains
I’m thinking that when Yashua [or Jesus] said that about lusting in your heart being the same as actually committing… Read more These Recurring Chains
From last September.
The things that can make one wise are both few and numerous, I believe. On the one hand you have… Read more From last September.
Fitzwilliam, Out of Favor
I always used to picture myself marrying a handsome Mr. Darcyish stranger that I would meet in some amazing… Read more Fitzwilliam, Out of Favor
Music is not my life.
I used to get slightly angry when somebody called me a musician. I would answer very forcefully with this line; “I am… Read more Music is not my life.
