Memoir & Personal Essays – Milk of the Mind

The Physics of Coffee Steam

I don’t remember making coffee.
It’s that kind of morning…
Most stories are lies—even the true ones—but I love them anyway.

I want to write how I paint. When I pick up the paintbrush, there is a canvas and a commitment. A commitment to paint until the canvas disappears. When I wrote my morning pages these past two days, I found it was a little more like that. It doesn’t really matter how well I write.Continue reading “my Ink my Marrow”