Megan. She gets worked up over everything. It’s not like I called her a high school English teacher. Uptight. That’s what she is. Thank God I didn’t call her that. And now I have to go buy her something. When we met she was different, but she changed. They always go and change. A change’ll do you… Continue reading Traffic #4
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Traffic #3
“Shonda, look!” James exclaimed. Shonda was looking. Looking right out the window. She was looking as far as she could see. If she could have, she would have looked her way right out of that car, right out of her marriage, right out of her life. Not life itself, let there be no mistake about that,… Continue reading Traffic #3
Traffic #2
Megan noticed, as all women learn to at one point or another, that it was taking all of the effort that he had to keep his eyes aimed at hers. Upon reaching his car, she had realized her power, his vulnerability. And who said she wasn’t spontaneous? Gary had said it. She wished her boyfriend… Continue reading Traffic #2
Traffic #1
Megan sat in her unreliable Plymouth Reliant in 85 degree, remind-you-of-a-moist-mouth, Michigan summer heat. Why is the universe mad at me this time? She looked around, realizing that she was being dramatic again; to be stuck in traffic is to be stuck with the equally unlucky. Revision: only someone who is cursed could get stuck… Continue reading Traffic #1
Writing then and writing now.
A little more than a month ago, a friend asked me to write a guest post on her blog. I did it. I have been more excited about writing than I have been in quite some time. Though I wrote a short essay rather than the fiction and poetry that I had been writing most… Continue reading Writing then and writing now.
Lyndon B. Johnson: Lullaby
This is how you think about Lyndon B. Johnson in order to go to sleep at night. First you listen to Paula Cole sing “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone.” This will help you romanticize Texas, the land that gave us LBJ in the early 1900s. You will hear the howl in her voice and… Continue reading Lyndon B. Johnson: Lullaby
Snippets From a 12-Year-Old Notebook
I don’t know what made me flip through the notebook I wrote in so many years ago, but I did. For several years I always had a notebook with me. There I recorded ideas for stories and often snippets of poetry. Some of the things in the notebook made me laugh when I read them.… Continue reading Snippets From a 12-Year-Old Notebook
Writing, Vulnerability and Submission
A while ago, I was a regular attendee of a writing group. That’s what it was in name, and don’t get me wrong, writing was certainly a theme of the group. However, by no means to I believe that everyone was coming to the group for the same reasons. Which is fine. Most groups are… Continue reading Writing, Vulnerability and Submission
Book Proposal
I am working on a book proposal. It is for a cookbook called, no surprise to some, Head of State Cakes: A Delicious Look at the Presidents. I knew at the beginning of my HOSC project that I might pursue turning it into a book, but more recently, I’ve decided to take it on. I… Continue reading Book Proposal
In an open letter to the computer that turns on inconsistently,
“I thought you ate my novel. I’m glad that you didn’t eat my novel. Thanks for the chance to back it up!”