Growing Wings
Dearest Friend, Today, I share with you a short piece/prose poem I created, as well as a favorite poem by a beloved poet. You may remember, I’ve been pondering life and age as I approach my BIG FIVE OH. (We’re down to 33 days, BTW.) I’ve been a bit moody, I’ve been told. If you are too (and…
The Countdown
Dearest Friend, Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who’ve either been or had a mother! Whatever that experience means for you, it is certainly a shared thread between every person on this planet. My beautiful girl and I started celebrating on Saturday, and I’m thinking TWO days is a much more appropriate amount of…
Small Waves, Big Waves, Tsunamis
Sometimes, when your feet are firmly embedded in the soft sand, the ripples can feel like a tickle or stroke. You and the wave, moving almost imperceptibly together. Sometimes, when you can see a big one coming, you have time (and forethought) to duck down, so that the turbulence passes right over your head, and…
Personal Grace
I feel like the luckiest girl in the world, sitting at my dining room table, tapping away at the keys of my laptop. It’s a warm sunny day, and the day is filled with grace. I am weeks behind on work, completely unprepared for the trip I am taking tomorrow, and my taxes are…
The Ride
Do you know anyone in full tilt struggle? I do. At any given point of my life, there have been a few people around me having a particularly hard time, caught in the downward slope of their own personal roller coaster ride, wondering if the descent will ever end, and if it does, will…
Afraid of the Dark
Scenario #1: I’m standing in line at the gate, waiting to board the plane. The announced boarding time has passed, and the crowd is growing impatient. Cell phones start pinging, as passengers receive notifications that the flight is delayed 90 minutes, although there has been no formal announcement. Finally, the gate agent broadcasts the official…
Writing Naked
The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked… that’s the moment you may be starting to get it right. Neil Gaiman Two years ago, when I first ‘came out of the closet’ as a writer, I hired a moderately well known memoirist as my teacher. As the…
Fear, My Frenemy
This post is a part of the Summit Blog Tour, which leads up to the Soul*Full Summit hosted by Catherine Just. I’m thrilled to be a part of an event that empowers entrepreneurs, artists and creatives to take action toward their dreams while helping create more opportunities for people with Down syndrome. You can join…
From a Teacher’s Heart
“When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.” – Audre Lorde It can be so easy to believe that it all depends upon the purity of the vessel holding the information. That passing through our inevitably…