“The wind is never for the sailor who knows not to which port he is bound.”- Og Mandino My feet are so small. I have to run fast all the way down the hall. I have to find Dad. I have to hurry. I have to be fast. I know…

A journey to another world through the lens of Lunarpunk — The Sea glowed blue under the light of two moons, and in the water stood The Five; The Healer, the Teller, the Empath, the Caller, and the Translator. Separated by an equal distance, the quintuplet of Elders each took positions like points of a cross, with the Caller as the…

Pantsing vs. Plotting: How I write and what gets in the way — When I read A. N. Tipton’s piece about the writing process, it was another example of a writer struggling with writing that left me wondering about my process and challenges. My problem isn’t staring at an unfinished sentence; it’s TIME. I don’t have enough of it. Many writers write about…

A look at actors who lose themselves in character and those who never will — What qualifies an actor as a great actor? Is it a remarkable performance? An emotional connection made or feelings torn from your guts? Are tears a necessary qualifier? To me, it’s forgetting who the actor is that’s playing the role. Tom Cruise is not one of those actors. He’s good…

A flash of spring fashion becomes a call to action — Sandy De Luca was a sunshine girl. Cradling a mug of coffee in her small hands, Sandy stood, her eyes closed and a smile on her face basking in the heat of spring’s first kiss. Like the tulip bulbs breaking the softened soil, Sandy felt the call to shed the…

Watching your offspring-spring ahead — While tidying up around the house today, I saw one of my daughter’s workbooks. I opened it for a peek (it’s not a diary-don’t worry) and the first page greeted me with her writing. I think she’s got the goods. Revelation: It is an amazing thing to see your child catch, match or surpass a parent’s skill. My daughter is a great kid with strong passions. This…

A playlist of memories during a transitional year of my life — “Come on, Dave! Pick-up!” I said to the phone I held in sweaty hands, my entire body shaking. I was in my basement, sitting in a chair with my Remington .30–6 rifle in my lap. The cartridge and bullets sat in the lockbox. The box was upstairs, sitting in the…

Does this chair make me look fat? — Revelation: I’m getting fat. I’ve been very busy freelance writing with an awesome client during the past few weeks. The project is coming to a close and I will miss the work, the client and the money, which has been nothing less than life saving. My writing days are long but they begin with…

An untenable affair rekindled in a town much too small to bear it — By anyone’s account, Ben Sawyer had lived a good life. His daughter, Christine, was moved to tears again and again, not by grief but by the outpouring of love for her late father shown by the townspeople of Cherish, British Columbia. Ben had been a boisterous fellow who worked a…