Looking in at the window, David can see his friend Emily standing on a stool pulled up next to her grandmother's kitchen counter. David is supposed to be on his way home with the soda and chips his step-mom demanded he retrieve for her. If he didn't get back in the time she thought he … Continue reading My Friend, David
Review: The Closing of the American Mind
by Allan Bloom ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I sit here and wonder where to even begin. This book is a mammoth to digest, hard to categorize because it is so multilayered, and wonderfully and frighteningly brilliant on top of it all. Bloom wrote the book in the eighties, yet you feel as if he's looking through a window … Continue reading Review: The Closing of the American Mind
The Start of Something, Perhaps…?
It was a new house and yet an old house. It sat at the end of a dead end street beneath the spreading branches of an orange maple tree. It had a deep back yard that would be dappled with sunshine in the summer, four stories--- if one counted the basement and the finished attic--- … Continue reading The Start of Something, Perhaps…?
The Fruits of Labor
As many of you know, I've been working hard on my vision, not just of my writing, but of my life lately. Some of the fruits from that work now have the honor of being published in Foreshadow Magazine. My essay is included in their series for 2022 that focuses on faith and vocation. Please, … Continue reading The Fruits of Labor
Time for Change
I ran through a maelstrom this morning--- or at least, what felt like one. The wind shook the trees, and in the autumn-dark morning, the shadows from the streetlights danced and morphed. One strong gust tossed the top of a giant maple back upon itself and a stream of helicopter seeds fluttered high through the … Continue reading Time for Change
A Foggy Day
The fog closes in. It makes the world tight, brings it right up against your window. It drifts through your yard in waves of mist. It pools like cloudy streams of milk in the valley and the hollows of the hills. Red and orange trees peek up above its tide, but it mutes their vibrancy … Continue reading A Foggy Day
When She Wasn’t Looking
Maria knew she wasn't supposed to wander the neighborhood, but one bright and sunny spring day, while she was playing in the playhouse in her backyard, she heard a tiny "meow" mewl from the back alleyway. She thrust her head through the open playhouse window to look. On the other side of the chain link … Continue reading When She Wasn’t Looking
Positive Rejection
As my writing work load has slowly been growing, I have been getting more rejection letters, and it is my natural reaction to feel defeated by these rejection letters. I'm sure some of you who come to this blog are writers yourself, and therefore you understand that unique stabbing in your heart when you read, … Continue reading Positive Rejection
Book Review: The Sun Also Rises
By Ernest Hemingway 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 This novel drew me in--- as most Hemingway stories do--- with its prose. I love how bare bones it is. He uses as few words as possible to convey his scenes and descriptions, and something about the LACK of floweriness makes it masterful. The story follows Jake Barnes and Lady Brett … Continue reading Book Review: The Sun Also Rises
Sisterhood in Snapshot
When my sisters and I get together, it can be a bit bewildering. We will sit around and everyone will speak at once and LOUDLY— and heaven help whoever the non-sister is sitting in our midst. “What’s that one movie?... Oh… We should watch it with him sometime—” my older sister says of her boyfriend. … Continue reading Sisterhood in Snapshot
Seeking Prose 