I love you. Those three words have become “the moment” in movies, books, songs, even real life. It seems we have been pausing for “I love you” to slip from our lover’s lips since the beginning of time. They are iconic words, but what lies beneath can be as vast and varied as the people…
You never take the one on display or the one on top. I’m a little obsessed with going to the bottom of the barrel, or the back of the shelf when I pick things out. I will look at something, decide if I want it and then take the one that is five boxes back.…
He took her breath away. It has been written a million times. I’ve written it myself. Of course he’s not literal taking the air out of her lungs. That would lead to gasping and a really ugly ordeal. He’s making her feel like she can’t breath, either physically, or my favorite, without even touching her.…
Characters. When I write, it starts with the characters. Some writers are inspired by places, or objects, or scenes. I need the characters first. I have to know them, all their wonderful qualities, what makes them tick, how they’re damaged, and their quirks. Quirks are my favorite, I actually collect them. They make a character…
If you mix an egg white and citrus in a drink, the acid sort of cooks the egg white and makes the drink creamy and yummy. I did not know that. I suppose I knew meringue is a similar concept, but I’d never seen an egg white put into a cocktail. I like surprises. Not…
You know that scene in A Few Good Men when Jack Nicholson says, “You can’t handle the truth!”? I know he turned out to be a maniacal nut bag, but that line sticks with me. Most of the time I disagree with Jack. Our government is too complicated and what are we really building in…
A laundry mat is really not the place to make life decisions, but sometimes they work out. When Michael and I first started living together we rented this one and a half room place with concrete floors, before they were trendy, and a living room that barely had enough room for a futon (wow, remember…
There’s no question Michael will not be please with this post or this picture. He’s private, but it had do be done. It’s a milestone. This past Saturday Michael turned 40. I’ve known him for 24 of those years. He’s bigger now, hairier, he tucks his shirts in and I can’t remember the last time…
It has been a while since I’ve written on my blog. I’m working on trying to get my first novel published and finishing my second, but there is something freeing about writing for the hell of it. Not worrying about all the details. At the risk of jumping on the media bandwagon, I have a…