Prompt: 5 minutes "Stand Alone" Stand Alone Stand alone. On your own two feet. See what you can do without any others to stop you, to help you, to harm you, to interfere, to suggest other ways. What does your heart say? What is your heart saying to you? Stand alone. You already do stand
Right before Christmas, I spontaneously answered an appeal from an organization I’ve been a part of since 1991. They’ve changed their name in an effort to reposition the invisible malady we share. The idea was to spread the word about ME/CFS (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis/Chronic Fatigue Syndrome) by asking ten people to donate twelve dollars each to
Depression Depression is a lonely business. It sits behind one’s steady eyes, shaking your faith in yourself, your place in this world, your desire to stay in it. Sometimes it all just seems too much. And when you’ve felt like this more times than you can count, and you’re on the downhill slope of life
Haiku for the New Year I am sick and tired of feeling sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. Haiku for the New Year #2 Next year this time I'll be writing longer blog posts, more frequently, too.
Ok, so I'm already behind on the NaBloPoMo - who was I kidding thinking I might do the NaNoWriMo?! I still WANT to do both! But now isn't this just so telling of my personality?! Life to me is like going to Golden Coral - I tend to fill my plate with much more than
July 8, 2013 Prompt: 15 min “Shatter” Shatter Shatter. Shatter the glass ceiling, we women were offered, encouraged to do when we were mere girls living in a man’s world. The 1960’s, ’70’s, a time when, every now and then, a brave soul would rise up to shatter the glass ceiling previously owned, dominated by
Prompt: 40 minutes: “Older” June 17, 2013 Older Older is a loaded word, a plant growing out of its pot, roots bound together in a clump of experience seeking desperately fresh soil, nutrients, water -- that life-giving, liquid oxygen. Older is not for sissies. No, it takes a bit of bravery, or at least the
Prompt: 25 minutes: "this book" This Book This book I've tried to finish, publish, get out there for so very long, still sits on my cluttered desk, pulled, wrinkled, from the bag I took with me to the fall writer's conference this past weekend with high hopes of making headway in a seemingly never-ending process,
I recently wrote an essay for a competition that I did not win, and so I will not get to go to Oakland, California to meet Anne Lamott and Kelly Corrigan next month after all. Nor will I receive a call from a senior editor at Random House/Ballantine. Or from the Executive Editor at O
Well, the tree is up, prelit (LOVE it!), partially decorated, awaiting the arrival of my mother tomorrow and my daughters Saturday to complete the hanging of the traditional ornaments. I'm ready to let go of stuff, like so many of us baby boomers seem to be saying these days. Yet I still collect Christmas tree
