Category: scribbler

Tommy died of old age, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed…

Service will change your life. Maybe not, but it changes mine. Every time. This week…

It’s been over a month since I made the commitment, inspired by Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal,…

I have a definite writing process. First I put down the basics. Where’m I starting…

If I’m calling around to see if what I have in mind is ethical or…

I’m momentarily speechless. Actually, the truth is I’m momentarily self-conscious. Mostly, I write for me,…

I used to say I was looking for a cowboy who knew when to ride…

This is how easy it is to spit into the karma pool every day. Report…

Find something you love, a service you can do that you really love. It’ll change…

It would help if I knew where I was going. I don’t. I only know…

It is entirely within the realm of possibility that a person would, at 53, have…

I’m very excited over the new “anti-supermarket” plan I’ve got going, inspired by Barbara Kingsolver’s…

Almost twenty years ago I met a traveler named Elijah, barefoot & barechested, wearing just…

Yesterday was not my best day. I wrenched my back opening the kitchen window. It…

I have some free time now, with the not working and all. I’ve been sorting…

I’m chasing my dreams full speed until I run smack into a solid wall. I…

I started this journey of sudden unemployment induced total life change very gung-ho. I had…

Someday’s I’m a pancake, but as long as I flip before I burn, it’s all…

I’ve had to let go of resentments that aren’t in my best interest. I’m not…

I went on an audition this week, a casting call on craigslist for a print…

I got a chance to read some of the dirtygirl story in public last night…

July is my month. I celebrate both a birthday & an anniversary of what I…

I don’t get jazz. Or symbolism. I’m not fancy. I went to a friends play…

There’s a very handsome man who lives on my block. He’s always trying to start…