Way Back When-sday: Pierced and Fierce

As a little girl in elementary school I wanted nothing more than to have my ears pierced. To me it seemed a right of passage that every other girl had taken but me. I begged Keep Reading

Hallowed Be the End

          I write to you this evening from a lumpy theater seat that smells vaguely of popcorn and stale candy.   It is loud and crowded as movie goers of all shapes Keep Reading

Love is a Battlefield

          This past week my family drove 10 hours from Colorado to visit Michael and I.  It was a whirlwind of a visit complete with laughs and fun and even a Keep Reading

Woman With Her Head on Fire

A few summers ago I read the book “Eat, Pray, Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert. I was leery of reading the book having heard various things about it from Oprah to random people in Barnes and Noble. Nevertheless Keep Reading


Logolepsy is a word often defined as a fascination or obsession with words.  It is this fascination that inevitably  led me to the craft of writing. I have always been enraptured with words and language. Keep Reading