as a young writer, i used to think that i was above revisions. after 30+ years of making mistakes, i now long for them.
the little house on ridgewood was old and oddly laid out. probably because someone converted it to a duplex at one point and then back to a single-family home. it had two front entrances and one of the “bedrooms” was clearly a second living area. but the oddest thing was the drop ceiling in the … Continue reading the cigarette purse
it rained quietly this morning as if the small storm was fearful of waking my neighborhood. the soft lapping of drops collecting in little streams beckoned me to observe and after a few moments of listening to it, i conceded. i made my way to the bedroom window and opened the blinds. a woman in … Continue reading morning rain
i never realized how many "writers" there were in the world until i started using twitter regularly. it seemed every twitter bio i read had some mention of being an author. so much so that i began to despise the title and those who used it to describe themselves. i always felt that if you … Continue reading begin