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portrait J. Parrish Lewis writes. A story crawls across his imagination and he will either wrestle it into a book or serenade it until it agrees to be a post. Either will do.

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I stop myself from creativity

I stop myself from writing posts like these because in the act of writing them, I judge myself for whatever I might say. I second guess my words. I dismiss them. I think I should edit it, and then edit it a whole bunch of times more, and I think about how after I have...

Snapshot: Coffee

When I wait in line at the coffeehouse (or anywhere else, really) and there's a bunch of people chatting in front of me and laughing and sometimes horsing around, I wonder just what it is that they're saying. The usual response I'll get from someone who is hearing is...

Just thoughts

I can't expect peace to find me, I have to look for it. I can't expect inspiration to tackle me, I have to tackle it. I can't sense what is beautiful about the world if I don't use what senses I have to notice it. I can't expect the best from others, because we aren't...

Flash Fiction: Without

Without By J. Parrish Lewis © 2018 They didn’t come for our guns, we surrendered them. On March 15, 2021, the inexplicable desire to be rid of every gun in my home woke me from my sleep. It wasn’t long before I learned that the same desire welled up within every gun...

I may delete this post

I just wrote a paragraph of this post and then deleted it. Not surprising. I may still keep deleting. It's funny sad how I dislike my writing, usually. So rarely satisfied with anything that I write, which, I guess, is pretty much the norm for anyone who cares about...

Snapshot: Children Meditating

The other day, I decided I wanted to get all three of my children started with a regular meditation practice. They've all had the opportunity to try it, but haven't done so regularly. My motivation is primarily to give them a practice they can turn to when they need...

Writing distracts a writer from writing

I've been neck-deep in my writing projects lately, and I kept finding that writing other things distracts me from writing what I enjoy writing the most. Whew, what a mouthful of typewritten words. I have to admit that, although I frankly did enjoy writing it, I was...

Secret Signs: Part 4 (Conclusion)

By J. Parrish Lewis Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 For nearly a week, Alice’s intended consequence for her mother, a perpetual cold shoulder, crumbled slowly until she gave in to her reality. No words, no apologies or favors, would get Alice what she wanted. She...

Thoughts on a Saturday morning

You know, I got up this morning with a plan to write a post about something. Nothing specific, I just figured I was due to write a post, which meant coming up with a topic of something I WANTED to write about. Nothing comes to mind. I'd rather work on my fiction,...

When I was the isolated deaf kid

When I was in High School, I spent the majority of my time alone, feeling invisible. At lunchtime most days, I'd get a couple packets of Nutty Bars and go to my little space in the Art classrooms, purposefully isolating myself rather than feel invisible in the...

The good things about you

I'm the kind of person that puts too much thought into trying to be a better version of who I am. I was thinking about this last night, while driving to the store, because driving's an excellent time for pondering life's mysteries, including the mystery of why people...

Your laughs are music to my eyes

The other night I was talking with my daughter, Ladybug, and she laughed at something I said. I forget what, I say lots of silly things and once in a while I get a genuine laugh instead of the groan that follows a Dad Joke (which, by the way, I've developed an...

Self-doubt banshees and paralyzed monkeys

I have lost track of the number of times I have opened up the computer to write and let myself be paralyzed by the blank screen, or opened up my sketchbook and let myself be paralyzed by the blank page. When I started this website, it was going to be whatever I wanted...

Secret Signs: Part Three

PART ONE: In which Alice learns about a new Deaf Student PART TWO: In which Alice meets Wren, a Deaf Boy who teaches her some ASL Secret Signs: Part 3 By J. Parrish Lewis By the end of the week, she knew how to make the alphabet with her hands, just like Wren could....

Secret Signs: Part Two

PART ONE: In which Alice learns there is a new Deaf student at school Secret Signs: Part Two By J. Parrish Lewis She saw his backpack first, outside the speech therapist’s office where kids who had speech therapy were always directed to drop them. It was worn around...

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