Pirate beauty and other good things.

Have you ever noticed how when you lose something you’ve written, it just happens to be the one piece that is completely brilliant? Because pretty much the only time I’m absolutely positive that what I’ve written is full of sparkly bits of genius is...

Roses everywhere.

So usually when I talk to monsters or have long conversations with walls (or otherwise engage with my stucknesses in semi-wacky ways), there’s a lot of talking involved. Words. Because, you know, I’m that way. Verbal. Not always necessarily all that...

You, me, and my duck, baby.

It’s a secret rendezvous. Well, maybe it’s more of a ménage à duck discreet tryst. Okay, fine. Not really. It’s a workshop. A life-changingly great one, if I do say so myself. In Paris person. In Paris North Carolina. On an insanely gorgeous...
The Fluent Self