100 word challenge

Her balcony. Solitude. Soundless snowflakes. She leans forward, and her tongue peeks out to taste the loose snow. The feel of snow melting to water quenches a thirst. For what? Childhood? Simplicity? Freedom? Her unhappiness persists without reason. It's always been part of her. It adds depth to the show she puts on for others.Continue reading "100 word challenge"

Moving forward

This post will be short and sweet. I am a self flagellator. Generally. I allowed some physical and emotional trials to get in the way of my words. Instead of using them to move past the experiences, I didn’t want to feel. I started fresh. I am writing. I discovered I do have a tribe.Continue reading "Moving forward"

Opportunities

I’m so grateful I was given the opportunity to share my experiences as a writer during the pandemic as a guest on the Pages Penned During the Pandemic blog. It’s live today so follow the link to check it out. https://www.kaylakingbooks.com/blog/tag/pages+penned+in+pandemic This is the link, open for Submissions, for an anthology collection about what youContinue reading "Opportunities"

Not believing myself

I will not do things I don't love again! My promise to myself when I turned the big 5-0. Yet, here I am at 57 working in a job that doesn't fulfill my artistic side at any level. How often have I created a mantra then not lived it? Singing? Acting? Writing? Friendships? I've decided,Continue reading "Not believing myself"

Why Can’t We Take a Moment?

I haven’t felt the pain of losing a child, but I have seen the pain of losing a child. Written on the faces of my family, and friends...and now a nation...repeatedly. When I read the headline ‘school shooting’ I already know what I will see when I open any social media app. The left sucks.Continue reading "Why Can’t We Take a Moment?"

Motherhood and Letting Go

  Maybe I’ll blog, I think with no real intention (again) of putting effort behind the thought. But then, today, I read the blog of a “friend”--basically someone I met while studying for my MFA- whose words have always touched me in ways I can’t explain. Today they made me cry while I read them.Continue reading "Motherhood and Letting Go"

Not Where I Thought I’d Be

I’m walking the halls of a middle school headed into the Media Center (what used to be called the Library) where I work. As I open the door I’m surrounded by books. Thousands of them. Written by writers I admire, and some that I don’t. I can’t help but think about the millions of wordsContinue reading "Not Where I Thought I’d Be"