In Scranton
by Rosa Sophia, 2009 When you’re running don’t run to Scranton don’t trip and fall in reeking gutters don’t stop for gas or lose yourself you’ll have to face hunched-over […]
Author Archives: rosysophia
My starter must be broken
I read this definition of the word grief this morning, and I realized this is how I feel much of the time: A sense that something has been taken, a […]
Still finding friends in graveyards: the poem
I wrote this poem in 2010, and it was the inspiration for my memoir of the same title. Rosa Sophia Hot cup of coffee on a cold morning. The small […]
No pain no gain
Pain gives me something to write about. If there were no pain in life, all my writing would be bland. Over the years, several of my characters have suffered from […]
I won a pie at Race 4 the Pies!
But I went the wrong way when I crossed the finish line, and by the time I realized it, all the pies were gone. I came in 77 in my […]
I’ve got my running legs on
I went for an enjoyable run this morning in preparation for the 4-mile race tomorrow. The usual apprehension and excitement is beginning to bubble up. I know I haven’t been […]
Add a pinch of chaos for flavor
Last night I had a breakdown and cried all over my cat. My cat, Petunia, is so understanding. What would I do without her? Everything I’ve been reading lately seems […]
It’s all in the mind
I’m running a race on Thursday morning– 4 miles –and I don’t feel at all prepared. I haven’t been running on a regular basis since May or June, just before […]
Every day is a new beginning
Last night I stayed up until ten writing my memoir. I can’t believe how easily it’s coming to me. I don’t know if it’s any good, but my main goal […]
Finding myself through memoir
Inspiration dawned on me this week, and I began writing a memoir about my childhood. It is disturbing, gritty, and brimming with some shocking things you probably didn’t know about […]