Only Up From Here


Boldly rising on a sunny day, this cloud roared into existence. Dancing with the wind’s rhythm, it followed the highway to the sea and floated away.



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Sticker My World


My computer started fritz-ing recently and I panicked. Not because I thought of the repairs or possible replacement costs, but because 90% of my computer border is covered in stickers. Rainbows and sparkles kinds of stickers.

In my 20’s, I dated a guy who kept saying, “Tattoo the world!” And then he’d slap some skate company’s sticker on a pole or building. I never understood him or his own sticker fetish.

My stickers are private. I don’t want to share them with the world. Even now that I’m blogging a lot of (possibly silly) ideas, it…still doesn’t feel right to take my computer into the shop and say, “Hey, my daughter broke her computer and, whoa! does she like stickers or what?”

I don’t have a daughter. Or a son. Never will.

I just have stickers. And a few pretty awesome sticker collection books from my childhood. That was an awesome era when stickers and sticker trading ruled.

Luckily, my computer only had a software issue that self-corrected. And, I don’t have to defend my love of shiny, bright enigmas filling my adult life with smiles.


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Why Write? Owning It

“Everyday” is a hard thing to deal with.

Finding the story inside everyday is art.

Tiny details, big connection.

Writing breathes life into creative crevices found everyday and everywhere.

There is a story in every day.



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Florida Sky


I saw two coyotes running along the highway yesterday; nothing but the scent of promise forming their infinite path.

Clouds gathered above me and them, as thunder urged us forward. There would be no reward for stagnation.



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Fake is Nice

I only have one explanation for my increasing acceptance of fake foliage into my life: I like it.

I do semi-appreciate a beautiful bouquet of fresh-cut flowers. I definitely enjoy my strolls through the thriving garden sections at the home stores.

But, I’m not someone who lives close to a poetic market where fresh blossoms can be purchased daily, brought home and trimmed for display. Nor do I have time for such commitment either.

And, while flowers smell overwhelmingly charmed at first, I find their chopped anatomies get stinky fast. Water changes don’t help. I have a special sense for their slow deaths. I sniff out their fading life and it makes me nauseous.

I am also unintentionally and uncharacteristically cruel with live plants. I’ve had some true survivors but even when I give them attention, food, and water (maybe too much), they shrivel up and leave me.

My cats and dogs live long, harmonious lives. But don’t torture a poor plant by bringing it to my house, nor drop off a bouquet because I’ll smile then drop it out back on the porch after a day. I can smell its darkness ensuing.

So I’ve gone fake, and I like it.


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“We interrupt this broadcast…”


Oh Florida, you silly state. I’m OK with no more surprises.



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Party like you mean it

Birthdays are so important to celebrate.

Lesson learned: sparklers might be a little too hard to blow out for some.


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