Poem to a Four Word Prompt
Last weekend, during a women’s “Wintry Mix” art retreat, we studied the element fire. We drew four slips of paper from a paper bag as it was passed around. Mine read: bonfire campfire passion comfort I wrote
Joining the Conversation
What fun to totally let your mind roll first thing in the morning to a random prompt! Prompt: 10 min. “Joining the Conversation” Joining the conversation is always a bit tricky. You leave to go to the bathroom, weaving your way among the tables, eyes searching for the ladies’ room sign, having chosen a spot
Writing Workshop Is Not Group Therapy
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
Finding My Wheels
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
Interior Vision
Tuesday, July 22, 2014, 11:11 am Prompt: "Interior Vision" 20 minutes Interior vision happens when we stop the madness of the world to dwell on what’s inside our very cells, our breath, behind our eyes where luscious sunsets melt their beauty, trickling rose and orange down into our very souls, at the cellular level
Blessed by the Life and Legacy of Dr. Maya Angelou
I just finished watching the two-hour Memorial Service for the esteemed Dr. Maya Angelou held at Wake Forest University, thanks to our Time Warner Cable local TV station (Channel 14). I was recording it, planning to go up to the local Wake Forest (the town, not the university) Farmer's Market, but I could not tear
“Soar Home, Maya Angelou. Rest in Peace.”
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 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
A Gentle Heart…
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,
Haikus for the New Year
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.