Eating My Feelings
This week at work, I spent considerable time reading Black AF History: The Un-Whitewashed Story of America by Michael Harriot. My nails...
Zoetic Press-A Next Step
Ultimately, it only takes one sentence. I was caught by this one. Humans are hardwired to tell stories. And we should be listening to...
Nothin' Quite Like Giving Up
Thick, chalk smothered air blows around me. Everything closes in more in the summer. Humidity. Goals. I brace for the lift. Grit is...
Two Lines of Poetry
The book was just one, Of one hundred and twenty Books Assigned to years Two languages Two lines of poetry. I laugh because yesterday I...
Looking for Pockets
“When I was a kid, I always wanted something in my pocket,” my dad recounted. “Candy. Wheels. That’s why I started smoking. It was...
Father's Day: A Master's Class in How to Write Dialogue
Most dialogue practice connects somehow to observation. For example, a quick search about writing dialogue leads you to a Master Class...
Still Working on Kind
Most weekends for dessert, I choose a movie to watch on Netflix. I was pleasantly surprised to see Divergent as a 'new' option. No...
Graduation Day(s)
As a professional, I always worked in educational programming. However, my current position was the first time I was involved in...
The Unofficial End of Spring
If Memorial Day weekend is the unofficial start of summer, then it must also be the unofficial end of spring. If not in the calendar...