Sunday, August 14, 2016

Author's Residence

Photo of Emily Dickinson's Home borrowed from Flickr

I found this interesting site that provides an in-depth look at many well-known writers' houses. The site mostly features historical American author's; although, there is an international section. You can also search by author name, city, and state.


Tuesday, July 12, 2016

#United



Red – Love and Security
Orange – Creativity and Happiness
Yellow – Life and Wisdom
Green – Growth and Health
Blue – Security and Compassion
Purple – Stability and Spirituality

     #OrlandoUnited and #OrlandoStrong, it’s everywhere I go: Restaurants, billboards, storefronts, and murals. My city whispers it like a sigh, on every street corner rainbows fill me with a liquid pouring of love. On this day, the one-month anniversary of the Pulse shootings, I remember sitting in my living room, watching the horrors that had occurred only a few hours before in my city beautiful. When the Mayor announced the death toll had changed to fifty, the pressure in my chest cracked, and without warning my pain flooded my cheeks. No, I didn’t know any of the deceased, but I cried nonetheless. As a mother, a daughter, a sister, and a friend the thought of losing someone I loved that way broke me.

     As the names slowly began making their way to the public, I cried again. They were my people. We shared the same tongue, the same beliefs, culture, and island. I read once that a rainbow represents new beginnings. That they bring with them the promise of present difficulties passing. But on that morning, all the colors of the rainbow left me, leaving behind a dark gray cloud of fear and doubt.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Random Writing: The Decrepit House

I used to participate in a writers gathering where we discussed issues with writing and usually did a writing prompt. We'd be given 15-20 minutes to come up with our response. The responses were shared unedited or perfected. I was cleaning out my computer today, and came across this quick scene I wrote from one of the prompts, and felt compelled to share it.

The Prompt

My Response

Red is the color I see as the sun begins its descend. Shadows crawl through the dying grass making their way up my uneven pavement, my crumbling steps, my rotting door, until finally I am consumed by darkness.

It is only then that I begin to hear the chilling sounds only night can bring. I buckle down, fighting to hold myself together, hoping to protect the precious jewels I hold within.

Drops begin to fall slow, cold, wet stabs piercing my open pores. The drops become faster, faster, faster until all I see is sheets of rain. Lightning strikes nearby followed by the roaring sound of thunder. The wind swirls all around making my walls tremble.

I hear them scream from inside and the sound breaks me. Crack. I want to fight the demons for them. I want to make them feel safe, but I am old, and the demons are so strong. Crack.

Hours pass. I am weak, worn down by the relentless blows of the storm. Crack. I don’t want to give up. I want to continue my fight, but I know, as the ones inside already seem to have realized, that I will fail. Crack

Monday, September 1, 2014

10 Reasons Why Writers Should Drink Coffee


I love coffee. As a writer and reader, it sort of goes hand in hand. There's nothing like curling up with a good book and a warm cup of coffee. And staying up until one or two in the morning without a steaming mug seems ludicrous to me.

My husband gives me a hard time because he thinks it's unhealthy for me to drink so much coffee. Now, to be clear, I don't think my love of coffee is out of control. I know plenty of others who drink it all day. I consume about three cups a day. Lately, I've been trying to stick to only two, because of my husbands concerns.

But this afternoon as I made my afternoon cup of coffee I had an epiphany: Why not see what the experts have to say about it. So for my husband and the other concerned writers family members: 10 reasons why it's okay for us to drink coffee...