Living in a city provides a constant stream of interesting sights. A thirty-something white woman walks down the street wearing only an oversized t-shirt and a pair of Converse high tops. A possibly biracial teenager on a skateboard rolls past me and I hear him say (in a rather joyous tone) “fuck you” to whomever… Continue reading Seeing Like a Writer: How Do I Separate Facts for Fiction?
Yesterday was National Haiku Day. I missed it. Missing it sucks because I love a good haiku. I'm not saying that I write good haikus, but I do like to write them. Because it's my blog, I get to do what I want so I'm giving myself a mulligan. I think that's a thing, a mulligan,… Continue reading Haiku to Pork: The Pig Abides
I don't normally write short stories. It's just not my thing. But St Pete's local literary organization (shout out to Keep St Pete Lit!) sponsored a short story contest as part of its festival of all things literary called the Sun Lit Festival. So I entered. As you may have surmised from the blog's title,… Continue reading Clowns & Moms Don’t Win the Prize
I started writing this over a year ago. (I believe it was in the week or two after his election.) I got stuck in the middle and put it aside because I didn't know how to finish it. Then we moved and it got forgotten until this week when I was cleaning out some old… Continue reading A Fable for Our Times: A Girl and the Pig in the Window