Writing

Just write.  That was all he said.  What was I supposed to write about?  That time that I had to jump out of a helicopter because I wrote a mystery thriller, and my well-meaning but incredibly stupid agent decided to put it as nonfiction so there I was getting shot at by gang while the CIA …

Exercise

“Why do you always exercise?”  “I don’t know. I guess I just do.”  “Do you not like the way you look?”  “Not really, but… I don’t know.”  “Has exercise changed the way you look?”  “No, I mean… I don’t know why I do it.”  “What’s the matter?”  “I guess I’m just tired is all.”  “You …

Joy

All the straight and crooked lines blend together with different colors. A blue canyon, a pink sun, and a red moon. A smile on someone else's face that's contagious because her nose is wrinkled and her eyes squeeze shut so tightly that little tear droplets leak out the corners. Laughter bubbles up in the throat …

Stare

The first thing I want to do is call my sister. But I don't. I just stare at the picture.  My stomach rises up to my throat, and then it drops down to my feet and drags everything else along with it. But I don't feel like crying. The pain isn't anything new. I'm just …