No matter where I go, Florida is my home
by Rosa Sophia Soar upward into gray skies, I cringe at searing light step onto the tarmac and breathe in city nights born to ice and snow, slipping head first […]
Author Archives: rosysophia
Writing emotion. Or, how to turn on a car.
I feel like I’m behind the wheel of a car and I can’t figure out how to turn it on. Maybe there’s no ignition, or I just can’t find it. […]
My other car is a sleigh
I didn’t sleep very well last night. Early this morning I was awoken by a clatter above my room, so I crawled out of bed with the cats, and we […]
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 […]
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 […]