Me. Me. December 2008. Me. One month prior to downloading my youngest. Me. One year prior to fleeing my home, three sons in tow, one duffel stuffed with medical supplies and a handful of diapers. Me. Looking un-terrified, flexing, posing. Me. Living in duplicity. This image is not about body-beauty or suface-pretty. This was anContinue reading “Me. No More.”
I found, through the use of third-person, I could write the hard stuff, the stuff that damaged me, that changed me, that shamed me. I could write as if I were writing about somebody else.
Twenty-eight pages. A solid revision day. One goal for this narrative is that each chapter feels complete, carrying the weight of story on its own. Best writing today: “I didn’t know I had so much blood inside me. Feeling dizzy, I lowered myself onto the glass, lying on my back as if I were usedContinue reading “28 Pages of Revision…”
(First Published Idaho Family Magazine 2015, revised 2022) Just like that. You change your “status”. In a blink, your label spins into “single” or “in a relationship” or the announcement of, “it’s complicated”. This is social media. Our measurement of our social status. The platform definer of our existence. And as long as mankind hasContinue reading “Relationship Status”
CWI place winner in President’s Writing Award Every breath, an effort to be unbroken. I’ve been a pilgrim, treading along a humbled path. Without the page, my life would have gone unspoken. Every bruise, offered a lesson, a valuable token. Each wrong turn, an alignment from a Higher Wrath. Every breath, an effort to beContinue reading “An Effort to be Unbroken”