Writer Community Connections

Here it is! Thanks to some wonderfully generous writers, I am compiling a database of expertise and interests from among the Twitter writing community. Everyone listed is open to DM inquires for anyone interested in learning more about a specific skill, trade, or interest. Please keep this writing related. Some Twitter users require you to

Bubblegum Pink

Bubblegum pink is all I see — like a movie before me — But flat and unmoving Except if I stare  then little particles dance  in my field of vision  and keep me company I’m never alone But sometimes I’m safe and sometimes I’m not and always there is nothing I can do but think

Second Chance

Jessa stood in front of her desk, scanning its surface for anything suspicious, evidence he’d been there. Of course he had. They were in a daily war: Who could rearrange something miniscule without being caught? The day before she’d removed the staples from his stapler. It felt delightfully mischievous. Once he’d inserted a single yellow

How to Breathe Again

Today was a struggle and yesterday was too. It felt like the very force of life was being squeezed from me, like a cosmic hand gripped at my center until my eyes bugged out all cartoon-like and surreal. I’ve tried to fight it, to curl my tiny fingers beneath the hold and pry it off

Sammy’s Birth.

Sammy is one of my personal heroes. A mother to FOUR boys, she knew this birth would be her last and was determined to do it naturally. But sweet baby boy was breech the last three weeks of her pregnancy and no matter how many exercises she did, or visits to the chiropractor, he was

The Stand-Off

Being creative is absolutely terrifying. No one tells you that in cliche memes, taunting us all to follow our most wild and impossible dreams. No one says that we will all at some point, be standing face to face with ourselves, wondering if we’re worth it at all. Worth the trouble, worth the time, worth

California

Once a stranger, now you occupy so much of my heart with wonder. The roar of your great ocean beneath jutted, jagged cliffs stole my breath – With fear, with amazement, with the quiet thought that my life would never be the same. I’ve climbed mountains, hiked miles through woven trails that thousands carved out

Autoimmune Disorder

Skin on my bones, Breath in my lungs, Senses intact, And sores on my tongue. Iron rising,  Blood pressure falling, Get up, lay down As my world turns foggy. Fatigue, oppressive; Brain fog, daily; Diet, controlled; Eczema, scaly. Here is my arm, For the one thousandth prick For another round of bloodwork  That proves I’m

#vss365 archive

#vss365 stands for Very Short Story. It is a challenge that happens on Twitter. I love a good challenge, so I follow the prompt and wait for inspiration to hit. This is the archive. Dig Deep, Prompt: archaeological Might dabble in Archaeology, Find out why you left me,  Dig through the remains, Sift through the

You Are Worth It

Recently I’ve had a goal of open dialogue with my children, engaging their hearts, hungry for honest answers. Children are unfiltered in the best sort of way, depending on what they are asked. I like to ask what sorts of qualities make them unique, what they feel God is doing in our city, in our