6 (Impossible) Things Before Breakfast
Our new rescue dog, Ampersand, in case you haven’t already met her. It’s been a long time since I did this, but it feels like …
all my life I was a bride married to amazement
Sometimes you stand looking forward and step back and back and back. You think there’s nothing good behind you, just an expanse of future failures, …
There’s no getting out alive, but you hope to avoid a deadline
A few years back, I read Haruki Murakami’s book, “What I Talk About When I Talk About Running.” “I run,” he writes, “to seek a …
Mothership
(An old poem of mine, a little something for International Women’s Day. May we all deflect our bullets). Mothership Shanna Germain When observed from across …
My Butt Hurts
That is to say: I’ve sat on my keister and written for about sixteen hours straight the last two days. Despite how it may seem, …
Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Sometimes I get lost inside who I am. I contain more than multitudes. I am the view of dark space through the Hubble telescope. I …
Now you hear what the house has to say.
I’ve been dealing with some pretty serious insomnia for the past few weeks. It’s the kind that comes three-fold, like a herd attacking from all …
My name is an endeavor. My name is a song.
Sponging. That’s what I call the thing when the work has wrung all the creative juices out of your skull and you are sucking on …
That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.
What writing looks like sometimes: 1. Get up, plan to think about the writing project while walking to the coffee shop, instead talk to dad …
Perhaps we shouldn’t always get what we think we want.
I went to bed last night feeling stressed and panicked. Then woke up WAY too early this morning feeling the same way. Little things, you …