Using a memoir foundations class to create and test out my creative writing tool chain of private and public repositories.
Training the dog in front of me has taken on new meaning. Our canicross progress has gone well as a result. And boy does it feel good to run again!
A wonderful, previously unthinkable thing happened the other day. For context, moving things have been oh so exciting, which has made cyclists a challenge. When he was an adolescent, he barked and lunged at cyclists. I had to be clear…
For a dog that has a large bubble of personal space, to go on a hike with strangers of both human and canine form, and not be bothered, is wondrous.
Would a colonoscopy prep care package brighten an otherwise unpleasant experience?
First it was Morning Pages, then it was Instagram posts, and now I find myself wondering about writing prompts for journaling. One specific prompt.
Last year, it was a struggle and a challenge. This year, Ry was a different dog.
When my dog sniffs, the world disappears for him. I don’t have an activity like that. How do I find an activity I can get lost in, even for a little awhile?
The songs I listened to when I was being intensely bullied as a kid. The playlist as an adult. And all the music in between.
I defended my memoir, my thesis, earned my MFA, and promptly put my manuscript in the proverbial drawer where it has been sitting ever since. Lately, it keeps rummaging around in my brain like it is looking for something. Or…