Every morning I hear him, water running and plates rattling. The coffee grinder whirs to life and dishes are stacked neatly in the drying rack. As I come around the
Every morning I hear him, water running and plates rattling. The coffee grinder whirs to life and dishes are stacked neatly in the drying rack. As I come around the
It was a cold, early morning and I was working at a drive-thru coffee stand in Bonanza, Oregon, population 350. I was 15 years old, it was my second day
The creak of saddle leather, as my right legs swings over, easily, quickly. I’m now on her back and I settle my hip bones down, anchor my feet in my
I was a freshman (no, I’m not going to say first-year, how insecure do modern educators think young women are, anyway?) in college, taking a speech class. I hated the
My bolt came in bits, and the storm gathered for sometime before it struck. I started as an art major, convinced that I would be able to translate my limited
It was a long line of units with orange roofs and steel roll-up doors, sitting on the edge of town with a large sign boasting discount rates. The space between
I admit it, for my first 31 days post, I’m phoning it in with a piece I’d already written earlier this fall. But somebody I trust liked it, and it
I mentioned that I’m doing daily writing prompts this fall, using the gifts of a super-talented editor-friend and the book Old Friend from Far Away. Since so many bloggers (starting
This weekend was bright and warm, an extension of summer. Today dawned cool and misty, and Adam and I stepped outside our front door for a “have a good day,
I’ve been challenged to participate in a memoir-writing exercise, and as you all well know, I love writing prompts so of course I said yes. Of course, these are not