I get frustrated with myself sometimes, when I realize I haven’t been writing as much. The last month or so has felt that way... but I also recently realized that one of the reasons I go through these fits and spurts is because those weeks or months I’m not writing represent the time that I… Continue reading When I’m not Writing
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Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
Day Six Touching into your grief can be brutal. Even when the pain never leaves you, sometimes purposely turning to face it can be exceptionally hard. So today, let's focus on kindness "For all you have been through, for all you have seen, kindness" "Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind." - Peter… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 6 (Because 5 got too weird.)
The Next Three Days
As I’ve had the time and the thoughts to share, diving back into my writing, my goals, and my next year... it’s hard to not also look back at the last year. I try to avoid conventional New Years Resolutions for any one of twenty good reasons... but the changing of the year does bring… Continue reading The Next Three Days
The Podcast Project: Decisions
Welcome back to part 2 of The Podcast Project. We left off, with me having made a few minor decisions, but with lots of big ones still to make. I am happy to report that I've at least gotten a start on a few of those still looming choices. Now, I still haven't picked a… Continue reading The Podcast Project: Decisions
Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another, Day 6
*disclosure: This is an excerpt from a journal I kept the second week of June 2020. I spent this week starting a journey to understand and educate myself on racism in America and world wide, to understand my own racism and to start to work that I will be doing everyday for the rest of… Continue reading Activism Actions: From one White Person to Another, Day 6
Writing my Grief: Day 4
Today's prompt focuses on the senses, particularly how certain smells connect with your grief Dad, It’s a Saturday morning, not too early. I’ve started the kettle to heat water for coffee. In the meantime I make my way to my desk, by the window, you remember. I’m sitting down and the movement in the air… Continue reading Writing my Grief: Day 4
Age 25: More Like Mom
Let's start by introducing my mom. I've written a considerable amount about my dad since he passed away. He's become an ever present force in a way he wasn't when he was alive. My mom, though, she's been around since day one, and in my advancing years... ( a joke, sorta ) I find myself… Continue reading Age 25: More Like Mom
Coffee & Conundrums 