Archive for the ‘Writing’ Category

Ghost Story

“Her hair grew long and knotty, turning gray and full of burrs. Her nails grew sharp, extending inches from the tips of her fingers. She became emaciated, a skeleton of herself in a long, black dress. La Llorona.”
“At night she walks the arroyos, looking for her two drowned sons, crying and wailing for them. If [...]

Jerell or Edward?

Ok, it really is Wednesday this time, right? Runway will be on in just a few short hours, correct? I don’t think I can take another scare (and I’m very sorry to those of you who I scared yesterday . . . Tuesday. Just so you know, I often don’t know what day it is; [...]

It’s Wednesday, and I’m Totally Wordless . . . and someone just pointed out that it’s actually Tuesday, so now I’m speechless

So, you may have noticed I’ve been a little short on the wordage these days (but lots of photo practice, eh?). It’s been a bit hectic around here, but for great reasons. I found out in the past week and a half that I have two new blog writing gigs on the horizon (one of [...]

Good Morning!

I’d like to take a moment to direct you over to something I happen to be very proud of. I currently have a book review up on Mama Speaks.  This kicks off a new weekly book feature we’ll be doing over there. And I’ll admit it - I worked hard on it. I interviewed one [...]

My baby needs a Superman (Write-Away)

Originally posted 2006
The airplane full of passengers, after hurtling through the atmosphere in flames, comes to a screeching halt just a few feet over a baseball diamond. Thank goodness, Lois is safe and Superman has saved the day again. The whole crowd is on its feet at this spectacle. When they realize what has taken [...]

Wherein I Link All Over My Own Blog

My essay is up over at Sekund. I chickened out and didn’t use that photo though. Instead, we chose a lovely image that had to be altered by my husband using his lame Paint program to blot out the huge crease on the front of my PAJAMA shirt, the MULTIPLE ketchup stains on [...]

Innocent Bystander

He gets out late. There’s traffic due to the rain. It’s already dark, almost dinner time already, and he hasn’t been home for about ten hours. He’s missing his family - his wife, the older child, the baby - but he’s so tired and ready to just collapse and go to bed. [...]