a happy life

Sometimes he sneaks up on me. His memory greets me like a gentle shoulder tap or a whisper in my ear. Maybe it’s the sound of his laugh or the way he called me “darlin’.” I feel him wash over me. It’s warm…and melancholy. We were never exactly a couple, but we were certainly tied…

Go Ahead. Try and Suck.

To be great at anything, one must take the risk of sucking. Those are words to live by and I’ve not been living by those words.  I did that thing I promised myself I wasn’t going to do if I started writing.  I stopped writing.  Sure, I’ve had a million ideas to share with whomever…