August 15, 2019
One thing of the many things I like about art is it’s not about winning or losing, but literally HOW you play the game (or do your art) (I know it’s a stretch; stick with me here). There are contests Read more…
August 2, 2019
Three months ago, this was a cluttered, dirty back patio and a side yard clogged with weeds and trash and dog poop and always had been since I moved in four years ago. I never went back there because that is Read more…
August 26, 2018
Working on self-doubt this week. It’s funny how it works: you’ll be plugging along fine but then something will trip you up. A tiny criticism. Some confusion. More likely than not, overwhelm. Fear. You want to isolate and hide and Read more…
July 24, 2018
It’s 5:00 a.m. on a Tuesday. It’s quiet here now. The remodeling next door went on until well past 10:00 last night. The barometric pressure is crashing so my ears are ringing and my skin feels itchy and raw. The Read more…
April 16, 2018
Photography courtesy Robert Stubblefield/TTU Center at Junction I’m back from a work trip to Junction, Texas (for those of you who aren’t familiar, Texas Tech has a site/campus/center in the Hill Country. It’s very cool.) I was dreading the trip Read more…
April 7, 2018
Nearly 7:00 a.m. in Lubbock, Texas. A chilly 29 degrees and it sure was hard to get out of my warm bed this morning, especially with one cat sleeping on my hip and the other one in the small of Read more…
March 12, 2018
Thinking about habit today: how hard it is to maintain a productive one and how easy it is to fall idle. It took all my willpower this morning to get out of bed. You’ve heard about my bed, right? It’s Read more…
March 10, 2018
Here’s the thing about creativity: it’s always waiting for you to come back to it. Whether it’s been a couple of weeks of draining but productive work at a full-time job or it’s been 50 years since you sat with Read more…
January 30, 2017
Late in 2010, I finished writing my first novel. It was super religious (as was I, at the time) — pages and pages of Church history and people talking about theology. It was just a “light little mystery” and I Read more…
December 14, 2015
Eight years ago today, I slipped on the ice, fell, and hit my head on a curb. I woke up in the arms of one of the nuns I was living with, who was crying and saying, “Sister, wake up! Read more…
Who am I?
As the Eleventh Doctor said: “We’re all different people all through our lives and that’s okay, that’s good.
You’ve got to keep moving so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.”
Here’s who I think I am with a little bit of who I used to be thrown in for fun.
