They say it doesn’t matter what you write, as long as you write. Chad says, write 500 words a day. Period. You don’t need to publish. You just need to write. I look at him and roll my eyes, my defense to most things. The questions always swirl: What do I have to say? Who am...
“If you could have any job in the world, what would you do?” Charlie’s question breaks through the sound of music playing from the car speakers. The sun is still low and I squint against the brightness as I drive he and Chanelle to soccer practice. It’s still strange to have him sitting in...
Last month I wrote about a minor emotional breakdown I experienced when I began writing down Charlie’s new soccer schedule and saw, in black and white, the way our lives would change with junior high. If you’ve spent any amount of time reading here, you know that I quite easily fall prey to my emotional...
The sun was beginning her creep toward the horizon. It was the time when the earth began to take on the golden glow of the suns rays. It was hot. I think near ninety earlier in the day. Chad and Charlie were in the driveway passing a soccer ball between them. “Dog” the game...
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[…] Five-hundred words a day. That was Chad’s encouragement. Simply write 500 words a day. […]