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
Time: 10 minutes Today's Prompt: " Boundaries burst" Boundaries Burst Boundaries burst every time. What the hell, you might say? I thought I’d learned that lesson and then you realize you’ve done it again — compromised your integrity, your soul, giving in to the pressures to be liked. Boundaries
Great piece here about separating the writing from the subject matter. The reason I love writing memoir, actually, is the process of rising above the events, situations, even feelings, and employing the craft of writing to try to effectively "universalize" the message and touch the lives of others in a positive way. I keep my
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
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings was my introduction to the concept of rape. I was mortified. Especially that it could happen to a girl younger than me. And to one who hadn't even started her period. I was young enough when I read that book not to have started my own, but I
My sacred place. My beautiful friend, Dani, whom I met at an Elizabeth Berg writing workshop last August, has created a lovely writing nook for herself. One of these days perhaps I'll get my own decluttered enough to post a photo, too! In the meantime, I'm enjoying writing personal things for myself and working on
Prompt: 15 minutes: "A gentle heart…." A Gentle Heart A gentle heart is what I have sometimes, what I show to the world. I hide the dark part of my heart, my soul processing shameful feelings secretly, purging them of any power over me. The self-doubt, the insecurities, the grief, depression, desperation, feelings of futility,
In six weeks, I’ll be a grandmother, and I don’t really know what to think about that. Everyone says, “Congratulations! It’s so much fun being a grandmother! Bet you can’t wait to get your hands on that baby!” I do love babies. I consider “the nurturing mother” my strongest archetype. Yet for some reason, the
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.
Prompt: 10 minutes: "somewhere else…" Somewhere Else Somewhere else is where I went when I tried to relax yesterday. Get it? Tried to relax! Who else has to try to relax? Have I been uptight my whole life? Has the need to appear confident, in control, “together” ruled my life all these decades? No, surely
