To Hold the Light

Identity is a squirrelly thing, because it is the thing most tightly gripped in each individual’s palm, and yet that might mean aspects of it go partly unseen. And so identity, or naming and claiming any aspect of it, becomes a risk for the individual, because that self-claimed thing may be well known to her—may …

Scent and Memory

The cold lifted slightly, and the sun came out, so I went for a walk around Irvington. I stuffed airpods in my ears and put on a playlist, and this made the walk my own, a version of it that no one could repeat, even if they went the same way. There weren't many people …

Waiting for the Tide

At some point I became the person who thinks, Oh yeah, sure, X terrible or frightening or challenging thing? Why WOULDN'T that happen to me?--entirely abandoning the youthful pressupposition that we're immune from all the hardest, most difficult aspects of human life. But at some point, all that stuff--the difficult, bad, frightening things--all that stuff …

Art Gallery

I got in my car after work today so that I could get a coffee and drive around. I don't know if the appeal of driving around makes sense unless you are likewise a person who relates to the desire to get in a car and cruise around purposelessly for an undefined stretch of time …

Nomads

The cool thing about being the boss faciltator of the #writerly program is I get to gently nudge people toward types of writing that excite me. And so today is that: a reflection in ~100 words. Every Monday something happens: either the kids leave or they arrive. This is the pattern of co-parenting, our version …

The Table

In 2019 I bought a new dining room table. At the time I bought it mostly to make it easier to host Creative Nights, something I used to hold at my house every other Friday night, for a number of creatively inclined co-worker friends. These friends would gather and talk and drink and write and …

Stone Rabbit

Between the backside of the McDonald's and an outdoor storage facility on Indianapolis' east side, where I live, is a through road that connects the restaurant parking lot with the Pep Boys parking lot and then the road. It's the way I always leave McDonald's, preferring to chart my return to busy Washington Street via …

Mistakes

I shouldn't be grouchy about responding to any of these prompts, because I wrote many of them, and I think I wrote this one (Andrea [my Writerly partner-in-crime] -- please correct me if I'm wrong. And if so, you're in trouble. jk, jk). I don't like making mistakes. I spent last night thinking about (worrying, …

Recipe For A Moment

One part ordinariness--a car ride, a meal, a walk--swirled together with a second piece of ordinariness--the setting sun, a thread of conversation, your unprompted smile--and left to steep, ordinariness removing ordinariness, two like entities cancelling out likenesses until they are no longer only together but one, the one unforgettable. Today's prompt: Write a recipe for …

Evening Negotiation

It was nearly impossible not to pregame this piece--it was nearly impossible not to try to catch a line in my head so that when I hit the timer to start the five minute countdown that I would have something to dig into. The cat has just moved to the top of my feet. She …