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A Study in Simplicity — I recently traveled to Portugal for a cousin’s long-overdue wedding. The trip had always been meant as a parents-only getaway, but circumstance left my husband behind as well. Fast forward to the shuttle ride from Lisbon airport and I awoke to see a mustard, stone archway cupping a hunter green…

Lessons learned alone — A lot emerges when you’re able to take in the silence. Our world is full of noise and static, blocking out the messages we need to receive from deep within ourselves. I’ve gotten the chance as of late, to think about being alone and being silent. …

Shining a Light on a Little Tale — I had my first piece of fiction published in February by Bag of Bones Press for their horror anthology. I sit comfortably at page 62 with a 206-word story entitled “One Fine Day”. It’s a great little piece which started from a single line that sat simmering in my drafts…

A Visual Prompt — I thought about this photo a long while. I pushed it away, then pulled it close on and off over weeks. It’s funny, I’m in a writing group and can pound out 500 in 10 minutes. So no excuses. I did my bodied meditation. I centered myself. Breathed… I came…

The Jazz Conduit — My friend and I were shooting the breeze in his office, venting about the volume of work and dearth of free time. Some days were endless. That day, I was checking in on him. It was the routine when I figured he’d hunkered down long enough with his nose in…

Short Fiction — Raul sat with crossed legs on a worn wooden chair in the empty town hall reading a leather-bound book with no inscriptions on the cover. He closed it with a slap when we approached. “Good to see you again, folks!” he said cheerfully. “We thought it over and decided to…

Short Fiction — The man glided down a long back hallway. The walls were lined with hand painted square tiles. There were scenes of apple trees and still life dinner plates. Stick figures held hands and orange suns poked out from behind white clouds dotting a blue sky. Manny, 7… Karlene, 52…Gerald, 23… …

Short Fiction — The well was dry. Then again, they all were. The dust had swallowed up every raindrop in a matter of years. There was no end to the search for a fresh sip and rarely one to be found. We were on the edge of nothing and it would not be…

Coping with the Change of Seasons — I peered into the tiny shop and was delighted by their commitment to seasonal decor with little cauldrons, moon bath bombs, and blessing soaps for mid November. I had to hand it to the owners. They excelled. Then my eyes fixed on the striking cobalt of an evil eye. It…