Running with the Bull

There are the lies we tell others and there are the lies we tell ourselves. My lies to others tend to be the carefully curated lie-but-not-a-lie that tries not to hurt feelings or unjustifiably cause pain. I don’t lie about myself, although online I tend to be airbrushed. Catch me when I expected to have some solitude or ride my bumper in your oversized vehicle and the sharp edges emerge. The toughest lies to untangle are the lies we tell ourselves about who we are and what will make us happy. If… Read More

Thank You…Now It’s Time to Get to Work

Thank you to the many bloggers, readers, and writers who stopped by my Freshly Pressed piece “Being Fiction, Instead of Writing It“. I have never experienced that kind of traffic and number of comments on a post before, so it really caught me off guard. I’ve done my best to respond to everyone, but I know sometimes I miss a comment or two. I appreciated the conversation, the encouragement and the personal experiences that some of you shared. I learned that there are a lot of procrastinating writers out there and that… Read More

Resolution: Being a Failure in 2014

I am not, in any external or commercial sense, a successful person. I am not a beauty queen, a math whiz, a super athlete, a great singer or any other Breakfast Club stereotype. I do not overwhelm people with my cult of personality or charisma. I’m an average student, a laissez-faire gardener and an inconsistent parent. I am, by all accounts and appearances, average. In spite of all this mediocrity, I have a super power. I lose well. I lose repeatedly. And then I get up to lose again. The power of… Read More

Goal Disoriented

It’s been several weeks since I was last employed, having left my job ostensibly to become a writer or at least follow the shallow continuum of being a writer. We won’t talk about the number of days in which I gave up personal hygiene or watched Netflix until my eyes bled. I keep telling myself that I’m in transition. It sounds nice. Like I’m going somewhere. Eventually. The time has come for me to locate those proverbial bootstraps and pull myself up and out of the shallow end of the pool. I’m… Read More

Preparing for Your Own Worst Enemy

I left the YMCA in a huff last night after a mediocre workout. A group of women were having a yak-a-thon in the corner of the weight room. This is a pet peeve of mine – rabid, loud socializing when I’m working out. It’s not just the women, either. I’ve seethed as men stood around saying creepy things to each other like “you’re getting really big” or “which protein powder do you use?”. I’m on the road back to fitness after a tedious winter of flus and injuries and entropy. It means… Read More

The Magical Kingdom of Later

The Green Study is in a state of chaos today. It looks like Santa’s workshop blew up in here. Contrary to the serene space I prefer to work in, I can barely walk through the room without tripping over errant rolls of wrapping paper, empty cardboard boxes, stray unwrapped toys. My desk would be a comfort to a hoarder. I look around and wonder “how did it get this way?”, as if I had nothing to do with it. This is what procrastination looks like and I am the master. My surroundings,… Read More

Extreme Makeover: Truth Edition

I blame Bob Vila and Wonder Woman. They started this whole ball rolling. On “This Old House”, I wanted to see the down-and-out kitchen with battered cabinets turned into a room of light and gleaming surfaces. Before and after. Drab and breathtaking. I wanted to see the already attractive secretary whip off her glasses, twirl around a bit and turn into an irresistible ass kicker with an invisible plane. I fast forward through episodes of “The Biggest Loser” just to see the numbers on the souped up scales. The astounding metamorphosis, the… Read More