More from the hoard. This was also published in my college literary magazine Inscribed in 2000, and written my junior year. I'm not editing before I post, even if I'd do things differently now. In fact, that is likely to be an upcoming project. See the poems here first, in their original glory. Image by … Continue reading Past Musings: Exploring A Metaphor
This is a blast from the past- an old Single on the Seacoast article (draft, at least) that I have saved. This one was written in 2010. My Valentine to You This week, I’ve decided that instead of giving you suggestions about how to spend your Valentine’s Day, or speculating what my own will be … Continue reading Single Flashback: My Valentine to You
Eat, Pray, Love is the sequel to Coyote Ugly. Piper Periboo grows up to be Julia Roberts. Who knew? I’ve been reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s book Big Magic, which I can’t recommend enough, and I vaguely remembered she had written whatever source Coyote Ugly was based upon. I probably had something else important to do, … Continue reading Breadcrumbs: Or Eat, Pray, Love is the Sequel to Coyote Ugly
I still have a tough time talking about my dad. The fourth anniversary of his death was last week and I let it pass, unacknowledged. I don't like to remember that day, and I do my best every year to fog over the knowledge of the actual date. I prefer to remember Veteran's Day, four … Continue reading Papa
I first felt her spirit’s breeze shortly after the honeymoon, a whiff of brine and caress of ice. We’d returned to the kingdom and castle in that glorious parade, the one with the rose petals like confetti, with music and laughter in every direction. The air was scented with sizzling meat, strong and … Continue reading Work in Progress Series: The Bride
When the Sea Witch heard that the “little silent trollop” ended up as sea foam, she laughed for days. Not constantly- she’s surprisingly sane—but whenever there was a silent moment, it would burble out of her like smoke from her cauldron, light bursts of swirling mirth followed by heavy, spilling plumes of … Continue reading Work in Progress Series: The Little Runaway
This is the excerpt for your very first post.