It was a Sunday like any other Sunday. For those of you with children, this story may seem far-fetched. You probably spend Sundays doing…stuff…or whatever it is you have to do to keep kids happy and fed. I’m sure there are other responsibilities that come with that whole parenting role …
The Hero’s Journey is a concept that many fiction writers utilize to create characters and plots to tell stories. The theory isn’t new; though many researchers, for instance Joseph Campbell and Scott Vogler to name a few, have broken down the idea and have written different perspectives with different titles …
The Oscars were on last night and I found myself pacing. “What is your problem?” she asked after the fourth lap around the first floor. Finally, I sat down and realized what my problem was; I wanted to be there. And by there, I don’t mean necessarily dressing up to …
Over the course of my life, I have learned that giving gifts shouldn’t reflect your personal choices or wants, but more so of what the recipient would endear. And in this particular case, and for the first time, I left all my tangled feelings on the outside steps of a …
How do we think outside the box? I’ve come up with some pretty good ideas that I believe you’ll enjoy. Boxes are made of various materials, which can include cardboard, wood, plastic, composite, safe deposit, Post Office, seats, electrical… Ha! I could do this all day. Different sports require different …
The small logs were aflame for ambiance rather than heat as they flickered in the makeshift stone pit. Body heat blazed between us as we sat alone in the dark forest, listening to crickets chirp, the moaning sounds of cicadas quieting into silence. Sitting cross-legged on pine needles, I picked …
Once again, it is a snowy day here in the Midwest and some of us aren’t too happy about it. Sure, kids and teachers get a day off. Whoopie. Snow-plowing county workers are probably starting out the week with overtime pay. Yee Haw. Tobogganing is at its peak. Fra La …
I didn’t want to go to work today. An anxiety built up and churned in my gut, as if I limped in a long line of shackled prisoners, tied together, awaiting the inevitable. Medieval torture with spiked maces and public flogging. Spectators pointing and laughing at my vulnerability. Why? Why …
Snow is stupid. It’s a dumb precipitation. Bla, bla, bla, it’s the cycle of life, putting water in the soil or something I learned in seventh grade ecology. But I don’t buy it. It’s cold and cold and cold. If, by chance, you live in a warm climate, you have …
An hour and a half of my week was spent at the local food pantry last summer. There, I volunteered as a personal shopper helping hungry persons shop for donated groceries. The customers waited in long lines, filling a small space full of plastic seats, similar to the DMV. One …
