May 15, 2018

A month before the public screening of the University of Arizona College of Fine Arts BFA thesis films, I thought of how to tell you:

Carolyn's film, Snooze, is whimsical and deep and kinda what the world needs. Come see it at the Fox Theatre on April 29th!

So... I got to play a biology teacher in this shor...

January 31, 2018

who hit the window and ricocheted into the watering can. I'm so sorry, I said to her, over and over. I sighed down into my toes, then placed her under the pecan tree to soak in sun. Bless the orange paper spirals I taped to every window so the next birds see streamers instead of sky.
 
Bless me for trying so hard and runnin...

November 29, 2017

As a kid, I played without thinking: jump rope and jacks. Dances and cassette-taped comedies. Roller-skating. Failed hot air balloons from wicker laundry baskets. I wrote poems, scribbled pictures and read loads of books. My only goals? Fun. 

Some time after my first gray hairs arrived (college!), playful morphed into a stat...

September 20, 2017

I’d only started to sweep the garage when I felt it: a sharp poke on top of my knuckle. I jostled my glove free of my fingers. Curled in a pea-sized ball atop my hand was a black spider, her belly stamped with that red hourglass nobody wants to see. 


In thirty seconds I could feel the venom seep through the cells of my palm...

July 3, 2017

Patrick and I are talking before sleep. He leans against the wall with a pillow behind his head. My hair is all splayed out on the comforter. I say, “I need to do more.”

He frowns when he hears me say ‘need.’ To him, this word gets me too close to trouble. He believes I overestimate how much I need to do, how much stuff need...

April 20, 2017

By three o’clock we need to hit the road. Patrick packs his stuff for a six-day trip in thirty minutes. I take six hours to pack, and worry about The Money and What To Bring and Is a Vacation Really Necessary? Leaving my house for a week seems as heartless as leaving behind the dog. She’s gonna cry in her sleep and stop eat...

February 21, 2017

For that Saturday writers' coffee, I biked ten miles along the Rillito River trail toward Cafe Luce. My water bottle was full. I'd applied sunscreen, and packed a few ideas, a notebook and pen. I didn't know what we writers might discuss when I arrived, or who might show up. Maybe I'd see the eccentric artists I met in last...