When you end up in your 30s post-divorce and stuck in a job that ignores your potential and would never suggest you paid time and money for higher education, you wake the fuck up. You look back on all the things you thought you would do, all the aspirations you had, and realize your life…
I grew up on a small court. Despite it’s size, there were two groves of trees. One grove next to my parents and the other next to my grandparents. In some respects, I grew up inside these trees more so than from within the walls of my home. So long as there were not ridiculous…
From relationships taking a turn for the worst; to crappy jobs and scenarios; to other internal interpersonal conflicts, I’ve spent a lot of time ignoring my instincts. What have I learned from this? Two things: 1) trust your gut; 2) when the Universe calls, listen. The times I ignored my gut-feelings about something always ended…
There was a time, in the not so distant past, when I feared the results of my writing so much that I failed to see the possibilities that could result instead. I feared not having enough to say. What I said not being said right or well. Having what I said hurt, impale, embarrass, traumatize…
Lets assume you read the first post (Just Another Writer). If not, stop reading this right now. Go back and read the other one. Then you’re welcomed to join us here. Here we are talking about this journey I’ve been on. Just kidding. You don’t have to go back. Stay with me. If you didn’t…
If you’re here reading this, then I’ve actually achieved something. I’ve accomplished some sliver of a 33-year old dream-in-the-making to become a writer. (I know, like we need another fucking writer. Especially here where I live. We’ve got more writers percapita than nearly any other state.) And a writer needs readers. Guess what? That’s you.…