Janice’s Epiphany

Janice’s Epiphany

While grappling with my writers block, I was told by my boyfriend to check out youshouldwrite.com. The website is a fantastic way to challenge myself to write something different. When I went to the page, I was given a challenge. Which inspired this:   Janice was not known for her tolerance of stupid ideas. Her […] more…
Christmas Down Under

Christmas Down Under

Merry Christmas, all! New Zealand is really throwing me for a loop with all the “enjoy your summer!” signs right next to blaring posters of Santa riding a sleigh in his red wool. I keep wondering why the South Pacific doesn’t do its own version of Santa and the “North Pole” extravaganza when they are […] more…
Interview With My 9 Year Old Self

Interview With My 9 Year Old Self

An interview with the 9 year old Natalie. (These are actual notes written by me in a journal from 1995 and 1996.) Q: If you were a ghost, what would you do? A: I would scare the skin off my friend Sonia who does not believe in ghosts. Then, I would try to make my […] more…
Muses

Muses

I sat, somewhat conspicuously, in the window of the coffee shop. My laptop open in front of me, I was there to hopefully get another brilliant piece of written prose down. The Television in the cafe was on and some 1950s TV show was playing, maybe Lassie? Around me were hard working, silent, 20-something’s typing […] more…
Naked Poet

Naked Poet

She was completely naked, holding her poetry up to her chest, and with a booming voice, read her villanelle. The amazing thing about the Poet was not that she was naked, necessarily, but that she was so at ease with being so. Knowing this poet outside the reading, I’d come to think of her as […] more…
Patience

Patience

You go to a salvaged wood lot and look at all the used second hand wood. Slip your hand over abused, rusted pieces of forgotten materials picked up and thrown together into a pile. A dark piece catches your eye. You stop. Walk over and look a little harder at what you realize is a […] more…
Photographing Us At Our Best

Photographing Us At Our Best

When a photographer comes to take photos of my home for advertising on an online website (and the pandemonium that ensues).   “Quick! scrub down the oven!” “Move the boxes under the bed! Under the bed I said!!” “I need to grab all the scraps of paper off the floor and move them into a garbage can RIGHT […] more…
Drunk Gorilla

Drunk Gorilla

I hate drinking, I love sipping. Give me a glass of wine or two or three and I can chatter away, pleasantly tipsy, over college boyfriends and stories of idiocy. Give me too much booze to drink and, eventually, I’ll wake up with a raging hangover and do what any writer would (right?) and write […] more…
Amateur Hour

Amateur Hour

The zombie was walking down the block in my direction. He swayed left, then right, dragging his legs and moaning. He looked sick, his stomach distended, and drool oozing out of his mouth. It was 2am and I walked with determination, knowing not to make eye contact and hoping my presence wouldn’t cause him alarm. […] more…
Meeting Ghosts

Meeting Ghosts

After watching Tim Burton’s “Beetlejuice” I got ready for bed. I’m not afraid of ghosts. I thought, in the dark of my bedroom as I prepared to change into my pajamas. I pulled my shirt off and felt the cold of the night air hit my naked chest. I shivered. My big comfy cotton shirt was […] more…
Help Desk 2

Help Desk 2

Hi. Um. God? Nope. Sorry I’m not God. Just the Help Desk. Oh. Well, maybe you can help me. Maybe. I’m feeling so lost. How so? Like, I know I am good at a lot of things and I work hard and I have friends and everything, but I can’t help but wonder what I […] more…
Death at W4th

Death at W4th

Death waits on the other side of the turnstile on W4th street station. He stands, unnoticed, off to the side, a cotton hoodie over his face, dark sunglasses over his eyes, his face downcast. He holds a long metal cane and leans on a cart full of garbage bags. I’ve never seen him say a […] more…