Sometimes I write and don’t want to give it form. No paragraph – nor stanza will do. Just words and ideas, in their nascent stages.
It’s a warm Sunday afternoon in Phoenix, and I’m making my first pot of beans in over a year. It’s been that long not because I don’t love beans, because that’s absolutely not true being brought up on Mexican food that will fill your soul. It’s been that long because I adore the recipe, and […]
Where was it that you first heard a story that gripped you? The one that had you hanging onto its every inflection, that one that held you by the face, pulled you close and whispered truths that to you that you didn’t know you already knew?
Why aren’t you holding yourself in the light? You are brilliant.