Neon Sign: Warning, A Moron Goes Here

Writing prompt: Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. All the freaking time? Is that an acceptable answer? Once upon a time, I was 25 years old and had just moved to a whole new city with my sweet boyfriend to start a graduate program. A few days before the program officially … Continue reading Neon Sign: Warning, A Moron Goes Here


Robbed of words

I wanted to participate in NaNoWriMo, but then my laptop died. And then the election happened. And I found myself at a true loss for words. (And my laptop still isn't working, so there's that problem too.) So no NaNoWriMo for me this year. I'm not writing the next great American novel, or even the … Continue reading Robbed of words


Resumption /rəˈzəm(p)SH(ə)n/ noun  1. the action of beginning something again after a pause or interruption. That's what this is, I suppose. All of a sudden I looked around and realized, hey, I have time to start writing again. I don't suppose there will be a single person even looking at this thing, and that's okay. … Continue reading Resumption


When Linnaea was so small that her whole head fit in my hand, I would hold her like that, my thumb and pinky resting gently on her two ears, and just stare at her, and marvel at how simple life could actually be. Nowadays, I am in awe at the words that come tumbling out … Continue reading brains