“Ojos Verdes”

For a time, he saw her only peripherally, blended within the landscape of neighbors and the congregation.

But then he saw her in her garden, kneeling over a patch of earth, pressing the black soil into little mounds, promising the bulbs they would bloom. She sat back on her heels and arched her body into an S – face, breasts and buttocks worshipping the sun.

She looked at him as she always had, with sea glass eyes into which he fell completely.

Thirty years passed. His world became gray and cold. Except for her eyes, they were always spring.

And whenever there was music, he asked the band to play “Ojos Verdes.” He held her close and thought of how similar “verde” and “verdad” sounded, which made perfect sense, because she was his truth.


That’s a short story I wrote for a monthly contest for which “Green Things” was the prompt. The problem? I got distracted and didn’t submit the story before the deadline. So, now you all get to read it instead.

This story was inspired by my grandmother, whose green eyes continue to prompt many a band to play “Ojos Verdes.”

The more things change…

… the more they stay the same.

Well, after 8 years as a journalist for a major metropolitan daily newspaper, I am now an Associate Editor for a communications company. (I don’t know if I should say which.) I’m part of a team of 10 that is contracted by and embedded within a major Fortune 500 company (I don’t know if I should say which). My team serves as this company’s newsroom, creating content for internal employee channels and external public channels.

So, I’m still writing. And I’m still digging up stories. It’s just a very different animal than the paper was. I won’t say better, just different. I will say, however, that I’m FINALLY getting paid enough to not have to worry about making rent anymore. That is a major improvement.

I’ve been at this new gig for a month now. It’s been a big adjustment, which is my excuse for not blogging here. Now that things are starting to feel like the new normal, I think I’ll be able to get back into the swing of things. (This also includes getting back to editing the book. I will have an updated draft ready to query no later than my birthday. Cross my heart.)

Anyway, I just wanted to give y’all that update. Stay tuned for more fun stuff. To start, here’s a photo of my new desk (which I have decorated with Christmas lights, thank you very much). 🙂

Desk

Ch-ch-changes

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind, you guys. In that time I heard about, was encouraged to apply for, applied for, interviewed for, was offered and accepted a new job. That is A LOT to have happen so quickly, and it’s why I’ve been super distracted from blogging.

I’ll be happy to share more about the new gig once I’m settled in, but for now you can join my excitement in that it’s an advancement all the way around: better title, better money, better opportunities.

As happy as I am about all that, I’m also a bit heartbroken to leave the newspaper. That was a cool, fun job that allowed me to work with cool, fun people. And not that I’m a writer for the accolades, but reporting for a major metro daily paper is kind of a big deal, and I really loved feeling like I was part of something special. I’m going to miss that feeling, and seeing my friends every day.

I’m confident I’ve made the right decision. Nobody can take my time at the paper away from me, and in 100 years someone might see my byline in a digital archive somewhere, proving that I was there. (How weird of a thought is THAT??) But it’s time for a new adventure. I have a week to decompress before the fun begins. At least one of those days will be with the book, which is still constantly on my mind. You’ll hear about that progress as it happens, too.

Here’s to new beginnings! Cheers!