MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 6

I stared at the email from Grandma Cleo for a long time before answering. I zeroed in on a few things – “have you come across anything unusual… there may be strange things afoot” – but also noticed that I wasn’t frightened until the part where she said she didn’t mean to frighten me…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 5

An electric eel of energy replaced the Record Keeper’s spine. It blazed through her body, gripping the nape of her neck, exactly where her violet hair grew.

She knew what it was. The time had come…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 4

That night, my dad and Troy walked me down to the lobby with my art supplies and Notebook 19.

 “Sure you don’t want to come to dinner with us?” Dad asked.

“Nah, I’m okay,” I lied…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 2

“A long, long time ago, the God of the sky and the Goddess of the earth had six daughters and six sons.” The story tripped off my tongue, and I could hear my grandmother’s voice in my head. I’d heard it so many times, each detail was as vivid to me as if I’d lived it myself…

MUSE WARRIOR - Chapter 1

From what I’d seen in the short trip from the airport to the oddly named American Hotel, across the street from the main gate of the Navy base, Naples was nothing like I expected…

Existentialism 101

Sometimes our lives are writ large, like on the jumbotron at Times Square, and other times we find ourselves in miniature, reflected in the juvenile graffiti of a used library book.


Five years ago, I wrote this short piece about my family being sick. It spotlights the mundane nature of a growing family, which is why it struck me right in the heart now, as my girls are starting to leave for college and explore their individuality. It seems like a good place to start this blog again.