The Someone I Am

I found a box in my father’s basement.  I was looking for a Christmas card of mine he’d accidentally packed up with the decorations.  I was darting my eyes around the musty dark crannies of the room when I caught a familiar smell.  It was a smell that hadn’t graced my nose in close to ten…

Taste Buds

Nothing is more irksome to me than someone telling me, when they see I don’t like my food touching, that “it all goes to the same place anyway.”  First I will state the obvious; if this were true, that it doesn’t matter that all food gets mixed together, then that would be the way we…

Hazel Poteat

When I was a little girl every weekend we’d go visit our elderly great-uncle at an assisted living facility.  My memories of him are limited, but mostly pleasant.  He was a quiet little man, who always let me drink the Carnation Instant Breakfast he had on hand.  After I’d have a glass of the chocolate…

Observations about Music and Moments

I’ve always loved music.  I don’t sing it, write it, or play it; I just love it.  From the time I was a little girl, one of my most beloved things in life has been hearing an amazing song for the very first time. It incites feelings of newness and nostalgia all at once.  Sometimes a…

Front and Center

Writers have the worst egos of any people on Earth.  We probably think too highly of our own writing, and too poorly of everyone elses writing.  I could go on about this for hours, investigating all of the reasons why, which would mostly trace back to the fact we are so passionate.  I would conclude…

A Mermaid Out of Water

I’m addicted to the beach.  Both my mood and well-being are almost entirely controlled by my atmosphere.  By nature I tend to connect with my environment to a ridiculous level, probably because I dance around in little fantasy worlds all day without regard to reality.  When it’s warm and beautiful outside I don’t have to try so hard.  In March,…