Molasses in February
The page is before me. Blank. My words are like dried molasses in the corners of the carton. I need the sweetness to pour, but all I can do is hold the containe...
Category: writing
From Red Letters to Rise Heart
Hello friends, old and new! Welcome to my writing world, newly christened Rise Heart. It’s where I’ll continue to share my prose and poetry. (Thank ...
A quiet season
It’s been a quiet season. I haven’t been writing much at all. There’s no lack of thought, of wrestling with ideas, or experimenting with words...
fleeting thoughts
These days, thoughts seem fleeting and fragmentary. No painted mental landscapes, only quick sketches to capture something of their form. This is how many women...