writing

Cave

I bought a collection by Rilke at Darvill’s bookstore on Orcas Island, hoping it would free me from a year without writing. The store is small, warm, and jam-packed with books. A chime goes off when the door opens, and… Read More ›

Prism

The neighbor kid is still working on our leaves, two weeks later. The timer on the Christmas tree lights doesn’t work, so they’re on all night or not at all. The hot tub isn’t hot enough and I’m bad about… Read More ›

Paper Blog

I have shoeboxes full of notepads in my closet. The notepads date back to the early 90s and contain excerpts from my past. Some people journal to work through stuff; I do it because I want to be reminded of… Read More ›

Acceptance

This was supposed to be fun, about the enjoyment of writing. It’s not, when you think about it too much.  Yesterday I got to do Yoga for the first time in a couple weeks. She had us do Tree pose… Read More ›