This is not a white picket fence.

Unordinary tales of the ordinary.

And the Wilderbeast Came.

I’ve been so incredibly absent but this time I feel I can write that without carrying quite as much guilt as I usually do. I’ve been mad, real mad. Writing … Continue reading

June 24, 2013 · Leave a comment

Kid Wonder

Yesterday, I woke up the mother of a four-year-old. I have no idea how it happened, but there he was – a four-year-old sleeping in his bed with my very … Continue reading

April 5, 2013 · 2 Comments

The Runner

The mornings are taking longer to rid themselves of the dark and these days the sun has barely broken when I take to the rough asphalt on the street outside … Continue reading

March 21, 2013 · Leave a comment

First Moves & a Summer’s Night

October. It was the last time I wrote a post. That is four whole months of hanging my head in shame. But in all that procrastination, those unfulfilled best intentions, … Continue reading

February 18, 2013 · Leave a comment

Of fact and fiction.

It is October already. Not really sure what it is about October, but as soon as the first comes around I seem to find myself thinking: “Shit, it’s the end … Continue reading

October 16, 2012 · Leave a comment

A Right Brain Quandary

I really, really know I should be writing right now. Writing as in – writing that novel that’s never going to finish itself. The guilt is there. I have barely … Continue reading

September 9, 2012 · 2 Comments

The Pronoiac Explorer

I dream of being a pronoiac explorer. A wha? Yep, I had never heard of Pronoia¬†before until some amazing people shared the joy of free will astrologer Robert Brezny. Reading … Continue reading

August 29, 2012 · Leave a comment