I hardly need to say this because we all know it, but hey, it’s been a weird couple of years. This November I am grateful for family members and friends who have accompanied me on this journey. But I also want to say I am so grateful for Writing, the actual activity, the practice of writing. Writing has … Continue reading November Musing
Her mother named her Cheetah, hoping she would grow into a long-limbed, fleet-footed woman, but she developed broad shoulders and rounded haunches like a raccoon. Her father called her Chee, as if it were a nicked name, a shortened version of her totem animal, but Cheetah knew he meant Chi, pure core energy. She wanted … Continue reading Predator Heart
