Creative Writing

Sometimes I write what I know.

That housing development names seldom make sense.

How a death in the family feels to a nine-year-old.

Why a woman would cook her dog homemade chicken stew.

Sometimes I write what I want to know.

If babies came with instructions, how would the manual read?

What would happen if a Midwestern town became the center of the Transcendental Meditation movement?

Is it morally wrong if your monthly vet bill is enough to feed a family of four?

And sometimes I don’t know what I’m writing.