writing


I Wish I Could Show You

I wish I could show you the slip of a road I travel every day, the way the the black silk tie slinks into the impossible mountains. Mist hovers in the limbs, a scent you can’t catch, an old sturdy promise. Some days the moon slivers and winks in the […]


Who Owns The Stories?

My friend Luke has been asking questions on his blog about the proprietary nature of personal narratives. He’s been thinking about how parents might use a story about their child to teach a broader point to their readers. A worthy question, and one I’ve been considering as I prepare to […]