in a bar
[In dreaming] I was in a bar with Miles, my brother, when it was time to leave and a woman in a lime-green dress said goodbye, told me to come […]
Author Archives: rosysophia
Writing is life
The 13th annual annual Eckerd College Writers in Paradise conference took place January 14 to 24, 2017. This was my third year attending as a workshop participant, and my first […]
Grief, Part 3
My cousin Gregg is pictured in the image above, next to his brother Bruce who is wearing blue. (I’m third in from the right, wearing a black t-shirt.) This photo […]
Where you go.
I haven’t posted in a while, but then, if I did, it probably wouldn’t be worth reading because all I can think about are my dreams. Once, during a severe […]
New Beginnings by Iris Blobel
The story is set in Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, the most southern state in Australia. A most beautiful place. I went there a few years back and imagined how […]
Battle of the Loxahatchee
The following article was published in the Looking Back newsletter, which I distributed when I served as Official Historian for the Village of North Palm Beach (December 2010 – March […]
A writer
I have a secret life. It’s time I came clean about it. Once, when I moved to a new place, over the course of a few weeks, I had strangers […]
The Drive
Persevering seems to be what I do best, and I don’t always know how I manage. The question, “What am I still doing here?” crosses my mind a lot, and […]
In the Face of Darkness
I waited in the tiny exam room with my head wrapped up in a scarf, because the fluorescent lights have been a trigger for me since childhood. The doctor came […]
Out Of The Body
Pain has a way of separating you from reality, but it also has a way of keeping you grounded. It’s a strange balance I’ve noticed over the years, since I’ve […]