I think I’ve been spending far too much time thinking lately. A little thinking is great, but for me, too much usually results in a battle of wills between the Jekyll and Hyde in my brain. Why all the thinking?…
Personal Narrative
Bring in the Muse – Where I Write
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My writing is more about inspiration and less about location. I spend 40 hours a week at the office, which also happens to coincide with the time of day that I’m most coherent. If inspiration strikes, I take a break,…
Possibilities
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I will turn 37 in a little over two months. The last thirteen years have been spent in two long-term relationships…just not long enough I guess. A new ending means a new beginning. With a new year around the corner,…
I Am the Walter Payton of Christmas Shopping
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There are only two things that will get me into a mall at this time of year: Life-and-death emergencies or family traditions. That’s it. Anything else is either a brief delusional act brought on by a high fever or a…
Embracing My Inner Nerd
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It dawned on me the other day that I’ve done something terrible, something I never thought I’d do. I shunned my inner nerd. For the last several years, I felt like my nerdiness wasn’t wanted or appreciated. Many of the…
Stop Touching the Squirrel’s Nuts
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The rain is falling steadily. The leaves are dropping, covering the lawn in a blanket of browns and yellows. The grocery stores are full of turkeys, cranberry sauce, and other fixings. Yes, it must be nearing Thanksgiving. Which means one…
Fish Out of Water
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My palms sweat whenever I think about it. My stomach gets all nervous and gurgly. My heart starts pounding so hard, I fear it will explode from my chest. Some look at the prospect of this endeavor with excitement. I…
Put. Down. The Count Chocula.
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What I’m about to confess here will not show me in a favorable light. I admit to having flaws. There are definitely some character weaknesses I’m not entirely proud of. But one thing, one truly insignificant item in the grand…
Ghost Ring
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For years, the only ghost ring I had was in my ears. An annoying, ever-present buzzing that kept me from sleeping. Silence was never really truly silence. The ringing was there, taunting me, reminding me that it would never go…
The End
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“I need to be honest with you about something,” she said. Here we go, I thought. She’s about to blame me for her stress, for not having enough time to read for her exam. Or will it be about how…