Putting My Java Face On
About the 2016 GLBTQ Youth Summit, getting outside to enjoy the weather and returning to my writing practice
Dogs
Dogs can be teachers, guides, and similar to children in how they test us and show us a world we might otherwise pass through unaware.
More Than a Book
The brain is still writing. I mean, like right now. The life in the story feels more tangible and real than the present…
Writing and Walking
I’ve been obsessively writing for a few weeks. I’ve entered a secret world of words that I can get lost in for hours. Picture some kind of matrix scene where probes are attached to my head and I’m twitching and people are shaking me and yelling, “Maery! Maery! Wake up!”
Another Year
It’s getting to that end of year time when we start to think about another year gone by. We wonder what next year will be like and what we want it to be like. What do we need to do or change to make next year better than this year? But I don’t know, 2015 was pretty good.
Home Again, Home Again, Dancing a Jig
The great thing about traveling is having the chance to be in an unfamiliar environment where you see and experience things you don’t normally see at home and interact with different people. So one would think that the good thing about coming home would be the familiarity and the comfort and convenience found there. Which is why I was surprised to find that when I came home, things actually looked different to me.
Area of Refuge
Despite the best of intentions, it’s been awhile since I posted here and will probably be awhile before I post again. It’s been an interesting summer — strange and perplexing and directionless and maybe a better summer because of that.