Good morning, Breana called out sick for tonight. Will you be willing to come in at 1930 hours? Thank you, Terry Jamie knew Breana wasn’t sick. She knew it like she knew that she had two freckles on the right side of her neck and like she knew she would
Happy International Women’s Day. Here I am … a woman. I’m fortunate to be surrounded in my life by some pretty amazing women. They’re strong. They’re powerful. And most importantly, they exude genuine, symbiotic support for others, the type that can shine a warm light on the macabre shadows of
This is stupid. That’s the first thing I thought when the idea came to me to write about writing, which seemed no different from a balloon maker noodling up a poodle figurine at a circus side show and instead of selling it to the five-year-old cotton-candy-eater who wants one, telling
On its surface, the story of William Garrett “Snuffy” Walden plays out like an expertly written drama. The innocence of youth, the tragedy of rock ‘n’ roll, the demise, the about-face and finally, the triumph. But as evident in Up to Snuff, a documentary shown at the Newport Beach Film Festival,
As the black crow flies, so too does the luck of anyone brazen enough to steal from the Painted Desert for the sake of a vainglorious because I can. Such a creature of inordinate vanity cannot, by the laws of moonlight and the writs of sunshine, remain unpunished for very long.
Hi. Today is my birthday and I’m spending it working (mostly) and picking up an ice cream giveaway gift card for a charity event I’m organizing this Saturday, so that’s pretty interesting. Anyway, in re-reading some older posts on writing last night, one stuck out in my mind. As I