We Are All Decaying

We Are All Decaying

Cancer grows in odd places and moves in unseen ways. A big mass in his chest. A tiny spot in his spine. The bad, old cells clumping together to attack and destroy. In the beginning, death seems like the biggest and only potential thief. You do not yet realize that...
The Eternal Summer of a Stay-at-Home Mom

The Eternal Summer of a Stay-at-Home Mom

We always knew where her house was because of the huge palm tree in the front yard, which could be seen from blocks and blocks away. Planted when my dad was just a boy, the tree swayed in the ocean breeze and beckoned us inside where a little glass jar of Hershey...

Collecting Stones

I close my eyes and see A seagull in the desert, high against unbearable blue sky. There is hope in the past. (From the poem, P.S. by Franz Wright) The skies have been gray for days now, and KCRA 3 meteorologists keep saying the storm is supposed to arrive any minute....

Three Simple Tips to Improve Your Writing

I noticed something interesting as we made our way through New Orlean’s restaurant scene last spring, and it’s transforming the way I think about my writing career: the highest rated restaurants were known for one good dish. New Orleans is an old city, and many of the...