Three New Short Stories

I've got some exciting new short stories out in the last few months! I'm especially fond of the short story titled The One Left in Pulphouse Fiction Magazine—and I confess this short story is just the...

Nature Is My Home

Nature is my home. I can leave the city behind in a heartbeat.  

Photography

I love photography. No; that’s not what I love. I love to speak through my eyes. I love to share with you what I see. There is something striking to be seen everywhere, even in the strangest places—the spirit of...

Pho!

I made Vietnamese Pho! (And those are my favorite socks in the photo, too.) Also, watched a movie tonight. It was The Impossible, by the way. (With Naomi Watts and Ewan McGregor). Good show and I cried because—wow. Meanwhile, in the kitchen—banana pancakes. And...

Strange Things

This past weekend I saw a plane disappear right out of the sky. I’m being totally serious—but I’ll get to that later. I took my son camping with friends. I set up our tent. Cooked him a hamburger over...

Bees

Through a whirlwind of events, in a handful of intense weeks, I have become a beekeeper. I did not consider being able to learn beekeeping until just suddenly about three weeks ago, I saw a photo of a top bar hive and I thought, that’s my hive. It was literally like...

The Day I Accidentally Thought I Was A Police Officer

Set the scene: It’s lunchtime on a zippy little summer’s day. I’m driving home from swinging kettle bells in the appropriate black spandex attire, kinda zoned out from trying to get my lymph system moving. And even more zoned out from Lyme disease in general and the...

Dear Music

I am forty-two years old, and as I sit here at the computer thinking back on music, the past unravels behind me like a wild tangle of string lost down the mountain of my life, whirling and bouncing and racing out of sight so fast my eyes can’t follow where it goes. I...

Love and Determination

It's a blurry shot, but this past weekend I took my son on a hike to a fantastic waterfall. We climbed over slick fallen logs and waded through cool, fresh water. The air smelled warm and wild. He doesn't know I have lyme disease. I can't bear to tell him. Sometimes I...

The Thin Man

Last month I took a weekend trip on the Amtrak train. It was my first time riding in uncounted years, and that morning I excitedly snapped pictures as I watched new sights rush away through the window. On the journey home...