Revision: re-envision, discover
Find the gold in the pan. Revisioning your work as a writer with care and effect.
Read More Revision: re-envision, discoverCategory: Personal Essay
Song: Selfish as a Sphinx
When you find your voice you find your power. Learn how creating art creates new choices for trauma survivors to express joy and their inner creativity.
Read More Song: Selfish as a SphinxBlown away
I’m never getting over it. I’m never going to heal. The number of family members who supported the evil president and the way we shied away from talking about it. For me, it was like endless, internal bleeding. I kept loving them and I hated them for it. I have so much fucking white privilege […]
Read More Blown awayBaby gimme mod
Give yourself a midcentury modern overhaul or channel the Grandmillennial chic of The Queen’s Gambit.
Read More Baby gimme modLive on earth
Pronounce the title as “live–on earth– LIE-V” A concert for the end of the world. The King of Lies conducts. A volcano choice to erupt against them, the OTHER the ones who will not see it the way they should. Channy sees her feet on soil as a prayer on earth, for earth, pulling from […]
Read More Live on earthBe where you need to be
Whatever your reaction to this, please be kind to yourself.
Read More Be where you need to beCoronavirus: Obsessive Hand Sanitizing and Other Observations
Fear and hand sanitizer and the coronavirus.
Read More Coronavirus: Obsessive Hand Sanitizing and Other ObservationsMaking every Monday my B&^tch (Hound)
Today I sit at my desk with emails answered. I have incredible peace of mind. Why? I finally decided to eat a healthy breakfast! Up at five this morning, it was dark and 6 degrees Farenheit. I couldn’t see Pikes Peak out of my window. I first tackled the dishes from my marathon meal prep […]
Read More Making every Monday my B&^tch (Hound)The Memory in Memoir
Why isn’t the ambient sound of each echoing soul okay on its own? The answer is—it absolutely is—but it gets less interesting unless the meaning of the sound is coordinated and organized into a “song”—a coherent narrative of art, creativity harnessed, into something the rest of us can absorb.
Read More The Memory in MemoirThe End of Miss Anita Kloo
Why advice sucks and I ain’t doin’ it no more. Not even grammar corrections.
Read More The End of Miss Anita Kloo