Taralynn Moore

Life whirls, blurring every vision, graying every line. The storm surrounds at a blinding speed, threatening to consume. It would be easy to succumb. Submission lures, enticing from this rocky path. The real joy, though, comes from leaning in. With […]

Dear Holly, I haven’t written in a while. I suppose that’s because I talk to you every day, muttering from behind my desk, like a crazy person. That’s okay. We’ve always been good with crazy. Better with it actually. What […]

The tears that fill my eyes, burden you with guilt. I can read it all over your face. But I won’t apologize for loving you. And I never will. You tell me not to cry. But you don’t want that. Not really. What […]

It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face, since I’ve written words that move my soul. Others may sway, may swoon at my tepid prose, but I remain resolute in my stillness. It’s no coincidence. Your presence opens the […]

I didn’t know that I wasn’t supposed to . . .   . . . laugh when the world was crying. . . . smile when it all came crashing down. . . . dance away my sorrows. . . […]

I let him go, again and again.  And he comes back to me.   It’s the only way we work, my sailor husband and I. How do we have a normal relationship?  Spending months apart as he roams the world […]

She sits with me today, heavy on my mind.  Her spirit giving a constant cackle as I struggle to do my work, her work, for the job we created together that I now face alone. I do not know that […]

You Lost Your Mind Today   I watched you lose your mind today I watched it slip away Out of the gleaming light Into the murky gray   I wonder if it’s painful Sitting in the dark If the pounding […]

Dear Holly, Tonight I danced with your daughter.  She was brilliant and shining, her arms high in the air, her feet off the ground.  With the lights and the music pulsing around us, a boy asked for my permission to dance […]

Though I have always written, I have not always been a writer.  I owe that crossover to a friend.  The one that looked me in the eye and told me to do it.  Write that book.  Publish it.  Her words […]