When I was about 20, after leaving an ugly environment I’d put myself in, I had an awakening. A spiritual awakening. One where I felt God in every thought, moment, blink of my eye. At the time, I liked to get stoned and read the Bible. That was when the experience began to seep into my muddied soul, revealing an inner source of love. Words didn’t need to be formed. Emotions flowed with clarity as if on a zip line [...]
Winter night. Joe tells me he wants to show me his favorite place. Hearing that he’s gonna share it with me is better than the spot itself. It’s a short drive from his house. We park my little Dodge Rampage and overlook hills covered in snow hazily lit by a muted moon. It’s like a blank canvas waiting to be painted with our dreams.
It is quiet. Soft silence, moments that last forever.
We smoke a bowl.
He listens to me [...]
This week’s memoir prompt asked you to dig deep to find what, from your childhood, you still know from heart.
Engrained in my memory, in alphabetical order, are the, “fifty nifty United States from thirteen original colonies.” That’s right. Admittedly, I couldn’t point to where they all are on a map. But I can name all of America’s majestic states from A to Z thanks to my wide-mouthed 4th grade music teacher Mrs. Malowitz. I think that was her name. [...]
Remembe(red) is The Red Dress Club’s memoir meme.
This week we asked you to think about graduation. It didn’t have to be yours and it didn’t have to be high school. It does have to be non-fiction – it’s memoirConstructive criticism is welcome!
At night, we actors and techies would unite singing robustly, swaying, arms tossed over each others’ shoulders, beers and cigarettes clinking in our hands. Sometimes we’d go skinny dipping in the lake across the gravel road. Or line up in front [...]
I got this book for my kids about dinosaurs in underpants from Scholastic. Underwear and giant reptiles are funny and when you’re potty training, everyone knows that undies are the ultimate prize. But I very quickly realized that just because someone publishes a children’s book, it doesn’t mean they know how to write. Or, more accurately, they don’t think the way I do.
Let me share an example with you:
Page 2 : “cavemen felt embarrassed in the nude.” Hold up there, author! I [...]
Today I invited GUEST BLOGGER: TINA THAYER to share a little something from her wild days. I love me some drinkin’ stories.
Tina is a single mom to a crazy beautiful 5 (and a half!) year old boy. After leaving Minneapolis in 2008 for the country, Tina finally handed down the crown of kick ass bartender in Uptown in exchange for a glamourless job at a cute and kick ass local food co-op. The solitude and serenity of the countryside has [...]
I just hugged a tree
And it said I LOVE YOU back to me
Then I realized I’d said it first
So it must be my curse
To think I can’t be the one
To start the conversation
With what is being sung
By the universe
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My last blog was really pretty out on a limb for me. I mean, I started this blog as a platform for my memoir and there are a lot of risky topics in it. That’s because there are a lot of risky/sexy things in my past. So I felt it was ok for me to share that piece. But that isn’t the person I really want to showcase all the time in my blog.
Lately, I’ve been so busy that [...]
The Red Dress Club was created as a place for writers to gather, exchange ideas and learn something about the art of storytelling. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Red Writing Hood offers fiction or non-fiction prompts and word limit is 600.
This week’s prompt: gluttony.
The little red button didn’t look like anything special. Or make much of an impression on a fingertip. It was simply the power it possessed. One person, just one single individual could control the world just by pushing it. An [...]
We sit in our quiet hideaway. Not your typical, dizzily populated cesspool beach. My mom found us a secret pond behind giant broccoli trees where translucent, toe soaking water gently echoes off petrified wood aged to look like a sunset.
Warm sun slow-dances over my skin while I eat my vanilla wafer cookie, grinding the thin, crispy shell up with grains of sand that glued themselves to my snack. I allow the jolting, pounding indestructible pebbles chipping away at my enamel so I can keep tasting that [...]