• Show Me what you’re working with: Finally getting to know St. Louis after ten years.

    Every since I moved to the St. Louis area from Chicago ten years ago, I have struggled with feeling a connection. I don’t know if that is because my entire family remained in the Wisconsin/Illinois area or if my love for Chicago was (is) so deep that I stubbornly refused to mentally invest in any other area. Either way, to this day, I have never given Missouri a fair shake and I will be the first to admit it. Many people told me that once Ivy grew a little older and I became more involved in extracirricular activities, this town would start to feel more like home. Yes, my step-daughter…

  • Your elephant is on my tulips.

    *** The first city I moved to was Milwaukee. It was small – and manageable. It was also very likely the best decision I ever made for myself, because it was the one move that pulled me out of a spiral of self-destruction that lasted for a good decade. I moved around a bit in the city and my third apartment, a studio in a high-rise, was a place I still think of often. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but one wall was floor to ceiling windows. At night, I would lay in my bed and look out at the skyline – a sea of lights twinkling under the heavy, dark blanket of night – and…

  • Uncornered.

    Please tell me you know what that quote is from. Otherwise, leave now. Just kidding. Go look it up and come back… We’ll wait. Got it? Great! Let’s move on. I haven’t had the urge to write for awhile. At all.  This should probably always be taken as a good sign, as I’ve said before that I tend to write when I’m down or going through something.  But things have been going well – and busy – and every time I go to write lately, I fizzle out.  Or a squirrel runs by… Also, honestly, sometimes I go through these phases where I feel cornered in my writing. I have tried…