Category Archives: Writings

Do you know how a haircut or stylish new shirt aligns with a more positive, polished, mature-even version of yourself? For me, shifting my office out of the bedroom feels like exactly that. Instead of a wall, I look out at the two acres of land directly behind our house – at the decades-old pine,Continue reading “Kudos Kiddo”

As I sift through the closet clutter I pulled out yesterday; I’m contemplating what I’m up against and am in the middle of an inner conflict. On the one hand, I feel un-justified, stressing about it the way I am. I think, “C’mon, stressing over items in a closet is ridiculous. You know there are peopleContinue reading “Psychic Crickets”

I am sitting here and watching the fog. Its thick dampness hangs in the air like a heavy quilt. It reminds me of a patchwork from long ago; on it, my Grandma had hand-sewn all her grandkids’ names and birth years. How I loved sleeping in the guest room under that thing! Speaking of Grandma,Continue reading “Utterly Cluttery”

I’m too competitive. Do you know how many times I’ve been told this? What matters now is that I beat the crap out of Dave in a board game last night. The score? 71-41! (If you’re interested, the game’s called Duel. It’s surprisingly fun and a complex game only being for two players.) I mentionedContinue reading “Fave Foodies”

I feel complicated and vulnerable. And on top of that, I’m being critical of myself. My therapist’s knowledge can serve as a double-edged sword in times like these. It’s uncomfortable admitting that I expect to be different from what I am. And that I shouldn’t have the “fuck its” and that I should know whatContinue reading “A Whale of a Time”

I’m eight pages into Matthew Mcconaughey’s book “Greenlights” and don’t know how I’ll make it much longer. He uses too many adjectives and verbs consecutively, which offers little new information to the reader. I want the meat, Matthew! C’mon! (If he used Grammarly for editing as I do, he’d never gotten away with that. But,Continue reading “Extract Attack”

I’ve been writing a book on and off for ten years. Currently, I’m stuck, and I don’t know where to go next with the story. I feel detached from the project right now, but I wish I didn’t.  The process of telling a story is quite fun, and it’s also agonizing and brutal. Right now,Continue reading “Odd Duck”

The lyrics of an Anna Nalick song played in my head earlier, “And life’s like an hourglass glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button, girl. So cradle your head in your hands. And breathe, just breathe.” I remember feeling entranced by the song, even setting it as the main ringtone onContinue reading “Keep Swimming”

I’m in a weird spot this evening. It feels like a cross between bored, unsettled, and antsy – I’ll call it bordsettling. Did you know I like to create words? It’s as though while flipping through the word Rolodex in my mind, a page falls out, gets stepped on, smudged, and I try to readContinue reading “Dumb Dumbery”

Evolving our thinking, the mission of this blog can come in unexpected and fun ways. For example: at the mini-class reunion I went to this weekend. So for months, I talked myself in and out of going, mainly because I minimized the relationships I had formed with the people who’d be attending. I don’t knowContinue reading “Turning Back Time”