Sunday, November 27, 2016


Let me talk about....

buying waterproof mascara. Parking in the CVS parking lot with a specific purpose. I mean, when does anyone go into a store to just buy one thing? And such a silly....thing. It seems futile at a time like this and selfish. We do dumb things every day. We waste gobs of time. We think the most mundane things are important and we stress on them, doting on them like we gave birth to them.

I used to swim competitively. I bought waterproof mascara.

Now I buy it for a funeral. For a 42 year old beautiful woman. For a mother of two. For a creative like me. For a life that ended and wrapped up in five quick months like a mad dash for the door.
Every day, I look at her picture. And I am reminded that I am alive. I will continue to tell stories that show the human spirit in all of its rawness and beauty. I won't let her spirit wither idly. And I won't waste a minute of my time however it is dolled out, rolled out and divided up.

Life is short.
Time is nigh.
Love gives its all.
So will I.

Thursday, November 03, 2016

Every One An Island Part 1

Yes, I see this as foreshadowing. Me and Kwame Alexander, I think we'd be great friends.

early morning edit.

I live such a boring and simple life.
When I clear my recent browsing history here's what you'll find:

Petfinder (shhhh I want another puppy)

How to query your YA novel. It's almost done and I recently thought, like really thought about my cousin who I wrote it for...Ryan, who died at 18 in Blacksburg, Va. Fell backward out of his seventh story dorm window to his almost death. He was not quite dead yet when they found him. The note. The illness, the nothing we could do. So I wrote him back to life. In my book, well, I honored him and put a face to mental illness. Because it has a face and it's sometimes handsome and unassuming. We can never know what he was feeling. We can't go back and ask, hey Ryan, how are you doing? Can I help?

Lessons for squirrely kindergarten art classes (yes, it gets hits)

How to speed up your MacBook (that everyone keeps borrowing because really, whose house has only one computer? I mean, c'mon).

How to unclog your Bosch dishwasher, (yes this one's on you lady, you picked the stupid thing out).

How to teach a 7 year old savant how to draw when he already knows how. I am so privileged to keep one of my former students. He is quite extraordinary. I'm into new territory with this guy.

I have always known I would create books.
I'm only a paragraph away from finishing my first book and I'm finding it hard to say goodbye. These characters have lived with me for four years. And I love them so much. But I think it's time to share them. So, Ryan. I love you. This one is for you. You dear soul. My littlest brother.