Growing up, my mother was a master punster. Her word-play calisthenics, to an adolescent, were real groaners. As I get older, my genetic predisposition for puns has begun showing more and more, but mom's true scion is my daughter. At the ripe old age of six, she quipped the best pun I've ever heard. We … Continue reading Best pun ever!
Author: Tara R.
I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.
Infinite possibilities
In that moment, My whole world Opened up before me, And everything Became possible.
All I really need to know I learned at Jin Jins
I love me a good quote. I have several that have special significance for me. One, a stunner from Friedrich Nietzsche, follows me wherever I go... literally, and has an Irish accent. "What does not kill me makes me stronger." While I identify with being a Christian, I would more accurately say it's with ambivalent … Continue reading All I really need to know I learned at Jin Jins
Lights in the attic
The treehouse club was his refuge. It wasn’t really a treehouse, but he could see trees through the attic dormers. He figured that was close enough. It wasn’t really a club either. He was the only member, there were no dues required, no rules to follow. The only prerequisite for inclusion, he testified later, was … Continue reading Lights in the attic
Thorns and vines
“She’s human kudzu, a smothering parasite choking the life out of you.” He asked for my honest opinion, and I wasn’t holding back. “It’s a mystery to me why you’re with her.” I agreed to meet him for coffee after cutting him out of my life for the past three months. His girlfriend was the … Continue reading Thorns and vines
To all the men I’ve loved
I sent out four Father’s Day cards this weekend, to four different men, for four different reasons. The first card went to my dad. Even though we’ve had our differences, had our troubles, the past 15 years or so have been great. We mended broken fences and have become not just dad and daughter, but … Continue reading To all the men I’ve loved
Thin spiral notebook 