Game Night-Sorry!

I went to my aunt’s house last night to pick up some toilet paper. I have tried in vain to buy my own for weeks with no luck.—let me just say, we have had shortages of vital services in this country before, like the gas shortages in the 1970’s but I have never-ever seen a

Random Act of Kindness

Yesterday, a stranger sent me a surprising (and much needed) compliment on my writing. He encouraged me not to quit writing—said I should share more of my work. I can’t tell you how much I needed this. I was ready to give up writing completely. I felt like it was going nowhere then out of

The class

I signed up for a non-fiction writing class with writers.com. I’ve wanted to take a class for quite some time and its been so worthwhile.

Sayin it

I find I cannot wait any longer for condition to be perfect for writing. I must write. My right-hand hurts terribly from writing those emails all day at work. The copying, pasting and all the scrolling takes a toll on my hands (I started to work the mouse with my left hand) so I find

Nipsy Hussle: Turn Slauson into Venice Beach

my brothas to take up the mantle of Ermias Asghedom. Don’t let it fall into the dust. Keep pushing for unity and progress despite the pain.

Morning?

I’m awake and I have mixed emotions about this.  I have decided to commit to my writing and that means a writing schedule, something I have never done. I want to write every day and the only way I can do that is to get up at least an hour earlier. So here I sit

The Secret Life of Trees

I feel good today!  While I didn’t get up early like I wanted to, I did go for a walk around my complex and that has warmed my blood and my imagination.  I love living amongst all these trees. Scientists have recently “discovered” that trees have a consciousness and form vital relationships with the trees

Finding voice

I saw this Allen Ginsburg quote on Instagram and it made me pause and reflect on how I am pursuing my writing goals.

Farewell Daylight Savings Time 2018

I didn’t realize today was Daylight Savings Time until I saw it on a friend’s Facebook post. That’s how I knew. I woke up this morning none-the-wiser and I found that terribly sad. When I was a kid, Day Light Savings time involved planning, coordination and the participation of the entire household. First, someone had

The Grackle Feather

I found a grackle feather the other day. I stepped out of the restaurant because I was feeling ornery and irascible and there it was lying on the ground all black and smooth. I think the vane was pointing at me, but I don’t remember. It was intriguing though–black with a subtle brilliance; smooth barbs,