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 cancer will steal his hair…

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. I suppose they’re right….

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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 highly rated dining establishments have been around for…