I've been working on my [first] novel for about six months. I haven't done a complete page count, but I can safely estimate my progress at 100-120 pages so far. Like most books, my book has many characters, male and female. Of course, that didn't surprise me. It takes a lot to surprise me, in … Continue reading WWW…World of Writing of Women.
I decided that I'd rather write these words here, to you, then on Facebook or anywhere else. I need to place them somewhere. I'll keep it short. After seven months of living in a Sober House, then moving out and into a three-bedroom house, finally renting free and clear, like a grown-up, I might go … Continue reading The Sober Life,
To Myself, When I woke up this morning and made the discovery, nothing, not one tear. It happened just as I had expected, and all of the signs had warned me of. The knowing and the seeing can at times still seem like a curse instead of a necessary discerning qualifier. It's not that I … Continue reading Universe University, Not One Tear
Damages 4, Another Bus Ride Are you down? Is your imagination down? How 'bout it, one more time? Relax, keep your eyes open though, so that you can read. What a beautiful warm sunny day, not quite hot, with a just enough wind. The weekend was not a mirage, not having to work today feels … Continue reading Damages 4, Another Bus Ride
The tour continued, the darkness continued, the overwhelming knowing continued, we were not alone. I feel the same now as I did then, the queen had slipped up, getting turned around in the maze of rooms, doorways, hallways, and spray paint. She did not intend to include this room on my tour. The mistake didn't … Continue reading The Warehouse, Part 8
The necessity of pain, who would we be without it? We will never know. For those individuals spending their entire life reliving the pain with each pull of a trigger, it can be a never-ending story, not unlike the movie Groundhog Day. (I recommend the movie) Like most of what I write, this piece comes … Continue reading Damages 3, Flashbacks
INTRODUCTION Warning, kind of a long read, but worth it... Writing used to be such an unclimbable mountain to me, something that I would never be able to achieve in my life. In fact, I didn't like writing. The love that I used to have for reading has been transformed into a new love for … Continue reading Damages Part 2, The World is a Serial Killer.
Owning Your Shit, Part 1 Keeping Your Power This post is copied from my column. I write for the Adams County Drug Court Newsletter. My people, the recovering addict and alcoholic. I listen to their words, read their testimonials, and I feel their pain. Their struggle is my struggle. Not only is the struggle real, … Continue reading Owning Your Shit Part 1, Keeping Your Power
When I found out that myself and one of my roommates might be fortunate enough to be able to rent a three-bedroom house located on the same property as my job, I went straight into gotta get it mode. My first reaction was to make it happen matter what! Within less than one week, I … Continue reading Universe University, Another Lesson
MM I started the new millennium by transforming, the first time. The year 2000, the Universe had a resolution for me, life has a design, everything prepares us for what's next. It's no longer there, but 20 years ago, on the corner of Washington Street and 92nd Avenue in Thornton Colorado, there used to be … Continue reading Life Has a Design