Blithely we move through the minutes as if breath and lungs are no big deal. We believe life is like a magician’s endless scarf and as long as we keep pulling days will keep coming out of the hat. We fail to see the slight of hand and fall for the oldest trick in the book: … Continue reading What Will You Do?
In the dark of my hotel room, I took a Sharpie and wrote the word KEEP on my left thigh and the word RUNNING on my right. I hoped those words would carry me to the finish, but the proverbial wall smacked me in the face at mile 22. By then, KEEP and RUNNING were … Continue reading Start
I started writing in 3rd grade, in a pink Barbie diary that had a tiny brass key, which I promptly lost, so I had to pry it open with pliers. No longer able to lock up my words, I was faced with the writer's dilemma - would I write real and raw or clean it … Continue reading The Key To The Universe