This morning, I woke up thinking about Baby Suggs, holy. The title, holy, after her name, like a blessing....
I feel like I am lint rollering the internet and the webs of my brain. All the Places I Tried to Begin Again Over the last several years, I have had multiple presences online. Social media sites for b...
Writing and Driving and Life E. L. Doctorow once said that “writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.” This ...
There are so many gifts of being a writer - today I am focused on the physical gifts given to me by those who cherish my writer heart....
“…you can’t help respecting anyboy who can spell TUESDAY, even if he doesn’t spell it right; but spelling isn’t everything. There are days when spelling Tuesday simply do...
So there I was zooming down the neural pathways and superhighways of my brain and I remembered that I'd seen somewhere that the insides of our brains look remarkably like the vastness of the universe....
"The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight. The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention." ~ Julia Cameron, The Artist's Way...
Then he said, “I sent a message out to the friend group that I’m inviting a new kid to eat lunch with us tomorrow. One of the friends responded, ‘Everybody be nice. Make sure he feels included. Don’t ...
I love how much art and music envelop us at every turn, and how the boys have learned to channel their own feelings through art and music to take the edge off of some of those overpowering emotions. T...
Honestly, the other day in a really long line at the grocery store, I ended up talking with the woman behind me, the woman in front of me, and the checker gal. We all had so much fun together, laughin...
They were the original reason I fell in love with San Francisco in the first place. I saw a 2” x 2” picture of these houses in black and white in an encyclopedia when I was 14, and fell head over heel...
The image of the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe in Berlin, Germany (cover photo) is a place of contemplation, a place of remembrance and warning. It is close to the Brandenburg Gate in the he...
For most of us, there is only the unattended Moment, the moment in and out of time, The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight, The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning Or the waterfall, ...
This is a Tribute to the Lovingest Person I ever knew: Phyllis Extraordinaire!...
Inspired by dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille Challenge – a 44 word poem of any style. https://dversepoets.com They may send a shudder down our spines in all their grotesque glory. They can appeal to o...
Especially if they are ordinary, common words, but dancing on the page in a way that sweeps me up and pulls me into another sphere, that is a gifted writer. And I will stop, and hold the book to my ch...
So, tears come easily perhaps. And the pain others put into story form, to allow others to see into their world, see what their challenges and struggles were, see what they rose up from, what brought ...
My mood is always more settled, almost nestled in and snug and happy, when I am tending to the needs of my soul. ...
I’ll try something new and sit back and enjoy the view. Because in this case, this IS my circus, and these ARE my monkeys, and they are a rollicking good time!...
And it dawns on me. The lesson. These things happen sometimes when something someone says intrigues me so, that I want to ponder it, mull it over, hold it in my hand and carry it like a talisman until...
It took work on my part to shed some layers of negativity and remember my somewhat bohemian wildness and happiness, my inner childishness, to allow myself to look silly in front of my kids....
So, within a week of one another, both my 13yo and my 16yo have had their hearts broken. They process things very differently. My youngest is open with me. My older one is shut down. I want so much to...
We talked about the power of nature to heal our souls, to refresh them, and cleanse them from the dust of every day life. ...
My 13yo son asked me a question last night. He turned to me and asked, "What does it mean to be a hero? Do you have to save someone's life to be a hero?"...
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