Where Have All Your Good Words Gone?

Sometimes, late at night, I lose my will and allow myself to become enthralled by the internet. Like the bats that circle my backyard on a summer evening, I move mindlessly through the shadowlands. With each circuit I feel my vitality fade a little, leached by the...

An Intimate Conversation

The following words are not my own.  They came by email from a dear friend and fellow artist after a long lunch together.  When I read them I felt so seen and known that I could have wept with relief.  I am sharing them here because he so perfectly captured a dilemma...

Roil

Roil: to move turbulently : be in a state of turbulence or agitation (conflicting emotions roiling inside her)   I used the world roil in conversation this week and the person I was speaking to was startled.  He said he had not heard it used in common speech...