I am at the mercy of my first readers these days. Waiting to see their opinions on a manuscript I know isn’t finished. The more time I spend away from the manuscript, the farther away I feel from that version of myself within it. She was lost and stubborn and
An Excerpt from the book that I have been writing instead of posting on here: You don’t understand what I’m going through! And you’re just giggling, dismissing it like everybody else. I was standing against the glossy bricks of the 12th Street/ Oakland City Center BART Station. I had an
I woke up from a nap to a protest out on the street. they chanted “No Justice, No peace.” I watched through the window and saw a man capturing it on his phone, down below on the street. I didn’t recognize the flag they carried. It was green and yellow.
I woke up at 6:30 this morning. I was anxious about a staff meeting that I would have to lead. I was scared of of the professional part of my professional job. I was afraid of losing myself in the language of management and never finding myself again, liking that
I’ve noticed that when I break up with a person I generally write a piece glorifying aloneness. Romanticizing solitude and my relationship with the dog or cat I’d get one day soon. When I broke up with C, I wrote all about the cabin in the middle of nowhere and
On the afternoon of June 9th I was offered a job. I would work a normal 9-5 Monday through Friday managing an adolescent residential treatment facility. A big girl job. A year ago I was seeking this position out because the rest of my life didn’t feel very stable. I
The I-5 can be a lonely place. I know this from experience. The cows and road kill don’t give you much solace when your mind is swirling with grief and anger. The occasional white egret flying over the stampeding highway punctuate the lonely drive with hope that something may change.