The mirror moment marks that unmistakable point in time when we take the courage to step up to our own destiny, and declare “I got this.”
Want to know the truth? I left journalism because I couldn’t write another obituary. Aside from the long hours, the low pay, and the high mileage logs, I was done writing copy for Page A6. That’s the right page, isn’t it? The Obituaries. In my time as a journalist, each day brought exciting new adventures….
I wasn’t born yesterday. And I’m learning to recognize the wounds that make a woman or a man less than whole.
An eternal optimist, I try to make the best of things. But every pandemic summer has its days.
The gloves came off. I removed the mask. And I bared myself to the hemlock trees. Unfiltered.
As the world continues to change in the midst of a global pandemic, I find myself writing more poetry than anything else. Sometimes I struggle to write a full poem, so I started taking notes. Follow the hashtag on social media!
Written in 2005, this poem was born out of romantic love. Perhaps it holds new meaning in 2020.
None of us could have anticipated how challenging 2020 would become. Yet, nature blooms around us, and life goes on in the midst of social distancing. Fortunately, some of the events we look forward to will go on! Our friends have worked hard to adapt upcoming events into an online format, keeping art and writing…
Grief is such a poignant emotion. It has a particularly profound impact when the world grieves collectively, as entire communities endure tragic or unexpected loss. The month of April marked a difficult time for us.
As part of the REO Town Reading Series, I’m excited to present my work live with other talented Michigan authors! This time, I’ll share the adventures in a tale of magical realism called Black Jack & The Dawn of Dark Pollution. How could darkness wreak havoc in the city during daylight? Read the full story!